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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Rod Modell,
Ronan,
Index,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Matthew Halsall,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Idris Muhammad,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hasil Adkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moss Icon,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Sam Rivers,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerrie Biddell,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Bobby Womack,
Public Enemy,
Scientists,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.