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 Greece 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Royal Trux to the electroclash 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Lakeside,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Henry Cow,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bad Manners,
Tres Demented,
Model 500,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
KRS-One,
Spoonie Gee,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slave,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Faust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Sonic Youth,
Duran Duran,
Archie Shepp,
Joe Finger,
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Sonny Sharrock,
Deakin,
The Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Sugar Minott,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gabor Szabo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Skriet,
The Music Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.