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 Madagascar and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
One Last Wish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Make Up,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
MC5,
Visage,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Byron Stingily,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
10cc,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
The Fugs,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Soulsonic Force,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
X-101,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
The Moody Blues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Young Marble Giants,
Deepchord,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Scan 7,
Hardrive,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.