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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Bad Manners to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Five Americans,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Pole,
The Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Anakelly,
The Evens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tim Buckley,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
MDC,
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dawn Penn,
Danielle Patucci,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sound,
Soft Cell,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rotary Connection,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Mojo Men,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Chrome,
Suicide,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-101,
Livin' Joy,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Kerrie Biddell,
F. McDonald,
Agitation Free,
Los Fastidios,
Throbbing Gristle,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
The Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
PIL,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Echospace,
MC5,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.