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 Togo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
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 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 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 Agitation Free to the punk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
World's Most,
Neil Young,
Derrick May,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ponytail,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Agent Orange,
The Fire Engines,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Sister Nancy,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cure,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
The Angels of Light,
Janne Schatter,
Fatback Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
CMW,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans,
Al Stewart,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare,
Index,
Scion,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.