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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Fire Engines to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Near,
H. Thieme,
Graham Central Station,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
Terry Callier,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hot Snakes,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
UT,
The Searchers,
Technova,
the Association,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Dennis Brown,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Judy Mowatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Skaos,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
The Evens,
Godley & Creme,
The Trojans,
The Stooges,
Rekid,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
John Cale,
CMW,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Andrew Hill,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Talk Talk,
Kenny Larkin,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.