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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus to the jazz 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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Talk Talk,
PIL,
Agent Orange,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Black Flag,
Minnie Riperton,
Scientists,
L. Decosne,
Mantronix,
Hasil Adkins,
Fad Gadget,
the Bar-Kays,
Colin Newman,
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boredoms,
Stereo Dub,
Sun City Girls,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Jerry's Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Fall,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.