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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Monks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Warren Ellis,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Tremeloes,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swans,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
PIL,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bauhaus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid,
X-Ray Spex,
The Names,
The Doobie Brothers,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Thompson Twins,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Toni Rubio,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.