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 Poland and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Robert Görl to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Youth Brigade,
The Stooges,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Fall,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
Funky Four + One,
The Velvet Underground,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
Mandrill,
The Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Knickerbockers,
X-Ray Spex,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Q and Not U,
Quantec,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Eddi Front,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roxy Music,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
Hardrive,
Sex Pistols,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Mo-Dettes,
Scan 7,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television Personalities,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.