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 Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Sherman,
Bad Manners,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Janne Schatter,
The Star Department,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
UT,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Black Flag,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Arthur Verocai,
Stereo Dub,
Alphaville,
Hasil Adkins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultravox,
The Angels of Light,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
Jandek,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Birthday Party,
Nirvana,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
Blossom Toes,
Gabor Szabo,
the Human League,
The Durutti Column,
Leonard Cohen,
Flipper,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.