Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Rekid to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Agent Orange,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
New Age Steppers,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quando Quango,
Unwound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Audionom,
Cymande,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
Trumans Water,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Aural Exciters,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mummies,
The Skatalites,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Standells,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.