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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Vladislav Delay,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Toasters,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
Agitation Free,
Junior Murvin,
Shoche,
Mr. Review,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Brick,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
The Birthday Party,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Swans,
Marvin Gaye,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Cale,
Black Moon,
Monolake,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Massinfluence,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Oneida,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Reagan Youth,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.