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 Czech Republic and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Icehouse to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Index 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?
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
cv313,
Audionom,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Slick Rick,
Man Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Danielle Patucci,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
The Toasters,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
FM Einheit,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Maurizio,
The J.B.'s,
Crispy Ambulance,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tommy Roe,
Wasted Youth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Deepchord,
Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Modern Lovers,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.