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 Korea North 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
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 spring reverb 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs 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 funk 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 a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Dennis Brown,
Steve Hackett,
The Move,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
kango's stein massive,
Spoonie Gee,
Fat Boys,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Agent Orange,
Slave,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Gerry Rafferty,
Monks,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
The Dirtbombs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Chris Corsano,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Pantaleimon,
Porter Ricks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
Loose Ends,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
EPMD,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Womack,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Sandy B,
Country Teasers,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.