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 Cambodia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Man Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Mission of Burma,
La Düsseldorf,
June of 44,
Arthur Verocai,
Lungfish,
Procol Harum,
The Five Americans,
Eli Mardock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Animal Collective,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rotary Connection,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Normal,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Boz Scaggs,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.