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 Portugal and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flash Fearless,
Bill Near,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Suicide,
Nirvana,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dorothy Ashby,
MDC,
Au Pairs,
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Skarface,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camouflage,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
cv313,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Clear Light,
Radiohead,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wasted Youth,
Marine Girls,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Swans,
Skaos,
The Last Poets,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Youth Brigade,
Pylon,
The Kinks,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.