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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the jazz 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Bronski Beat,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Maurizio,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pagans,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kas Product,
The Motions,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
The Techniques,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Foxx,
JFA,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Depeche Mode,
Roxette,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Amon Düül II,
the Association,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
Lalann,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Excepter,
John Lydon,
Essential Logic,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.