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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Hoover to the techno 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Lucky Dragons,
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Masters at Work,
Heaven 17,
Nirvana,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Eric Copeland,
10cc,
Gong,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Judy Mowatt,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Donald Byrd,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Marc Almond,
Echospace,
MC5,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Buzzcocks,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Velvet Underground,
The Slackers,
Fear,
Sällskapet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Flag,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.