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 Finland and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 The J.B.'s to the disco 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
Skarface,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marmalade,
The Searchers,
Soul II Soul,
Fear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Suburban Knight,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
Excepter,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
The J.B.'s,
Robert Görl,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Groovy Waters,
The Electric Prunes,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Zapp,
The Moleskins,
Lyres,
Sugar Minott,
Organ,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.