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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Accadde A to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Dawn Penn,
Boogie Down Productions,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mojo Men,
Television Personalities,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reagan Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Gichy Dan,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
Main Source,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masters at Work,
The Gladiators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Henry Cow,
The Litter,
Slave,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sound,
Severed Heads,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Underground Resistance,
Tubeway Army,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Unwound,
JFA,
World's Most,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.