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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 The Gun Club to the crunk 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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Joensuu 1685,
Scan 7,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Au Pairs,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
June Days,
The Evens,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
the Slits,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tommy Roe,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Dead Boys,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun Ra,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
10cc,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Severed Heads,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.