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 Taiwan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Aural Exciters,
Roxy Music,
Essential Logic,
Monolake,
Grey Daturas,
Half Japanese,
Au Pairs,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Idris Muhammad,
The Seeds,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Grauzone,
Mad Mike,
Stiv Bators,
Ohio Players,
Can,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Spoonie Gee,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Scratch Acid,
The Knickerbockers,
Graham Central Station,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Ludus,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Blancmange,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Mandrill,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.