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 Afghanistan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Television Personalities,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
The Standells,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Cecil Taylor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Quando Quango,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül II,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth,
Darondo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warren Ellis,
The Motions,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
June of 44,
DNA,
The Human League,
Visage,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Buzzcocks,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Symarip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.