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 Djibouti and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Urselle to the dance 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
John Coltrane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Absolute Body Control,
Electric Prunes,
The Gories,
New York Dolls,
KRS-One,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Slits,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Joey Negro,
Arab on Radar,
Scott Walker,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Negative Approach,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crime,
Underground Resistance,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalann,
PIL,
Hoover,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
June Days,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gong,
Minor Threat,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moebius,
Cluster,
Y Pants,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.