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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moby Grape,
Hasil Adkins,
The Angels of Light,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Swans,
Warsaw,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Shoche,
Index,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Saints,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
Girls At Our Best!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Evens,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Unwound,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
cv313,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Isaac Hayes,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.