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 Spain and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Saccharine Trust to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Young Rascals,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
The Move,
The Gories,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
Wire,
Monolake,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alphaville,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Radiohead,
Marshall Jefferson,
Model 500,
UT,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
Grey Daturas,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Colin Newman,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Severed Heads,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.