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 Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Theoretical Girls,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
UT,
Crispy Ambulance,
Make Up,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tim Buckley,
Television,
Franke,
Groovy Waters,
the Association,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Tom Boy,
Arcadia,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rod Modell,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Joy Division,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
Moby Grape,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Gang Green,
Rakim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
Faust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Sun Ra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.