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 Ukraine and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Zapp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues 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?
Nation of Ulysses,
Silicon Teens,
Suicide,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
The Blues Magoos,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Busters,
The Five Americans,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
the Human League,
Mantronix,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Urselle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Warren Ellis,
The United States of America,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Byron Stingily,
Smog,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.