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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Symarip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Judy Mowatt,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Doors,
Delta 5,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gerry Rafferty,
Neu!,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Blancmange,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Trojans,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Country Teasers,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
Panda Bear,
Quantec,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.