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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 X-Ray Spex to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Yazoo,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Buzzcocks,
Sällskapet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
Circle Jerks,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Human League,
Whodini,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Liliput,
Jeff Mills,
The Seeds,
New Age Steppers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
The Dirtbombs,
Juan Atkins,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Mark Hollis,
EPMD,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
David Bowie,
Au Pairs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
10cc,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Wasted Youth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
UT,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.