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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
OOIOO,
These Immortal Souls,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
China Crisis,
Joe Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
Das Ding,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Young Rascals,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
T. Rex,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
Au Pairs,
X-101,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Peter & Gordon,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
The Beau Brummels,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Desert Stars,
The Gladiators,
Robert Hood,
Reagan Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Crispy Ambulance,
Quadrant,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.