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 Brazil and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dennis Brown to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Graham Central Station,
Audionom,
Gang of Four,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yusef Lateef,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Josef K,
Alphaville,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
Aural Exciters,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cure,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Loose Ends,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
Hardrive,
The Barracudas,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Easy Going,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Mandrill,
Matthew Halsall,
Cameo,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.