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 Uruguay and from New York.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Roxette,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Fad Gadget,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
Scan 7,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Second Layer,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
L. Decosne,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Fear,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
the Association,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Rakim,
Surgeon,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Knickerbockers,
Eli Mardock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
kango's stein massive,
Cluster,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spoonie Gee,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.