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 Brazil and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
The Smoke,
Black Sheep,
The Doobie Brothers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lou Christie,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
Peter & Gordon,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
Country Teasers,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Audionom,
Visage,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Spoonie Gee,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Kas Product,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Jandek,
Bob Dylan,
Monks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Star Department,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.