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 Nicaragua and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nirvana to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Porter Ricks,
Sexual Harrassment,
a-ha,
the Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Ronan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Shoche,
ABC,
Siglo XX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MDC,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Skriet,
Charles Mingus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nirvana,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Roxette,
Loose Ends,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Susan Cadogan,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young,
Hashim,
Gong,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Zeros,
Grandmaster Flash,
Youth Brigade,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
Infiniti,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
UT,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.