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 Samoa 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Gong to the dance 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Average White Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Smoke,
the Normal,
Todd Terry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Leaves,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Television Personalities,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Cell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.