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 Indonesia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joy Division to the dance 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
Mary Jane Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Essential Logic,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
DJ Style,
Flamin' Groovies,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Davy DMX,
Soft Machine,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
The Move,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Japan,
The United States of America,
Visage,
Public Enemy,
Deepchord,
Agent Orange,
Delta 5,
Urselle,
Soul II Soul,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.