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 Samoa 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Popol Vuh,
Bad Manners,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fall,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
48th St. Collective,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
David Bowie,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
Maleditus Sound,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Mandrill,
Neu!,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Isaac Hayes,
Cheater Slicks,
June of 44,
Slave,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
The Gladiators,
8 Eyed Spy,
Index,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.