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 Iceland and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ 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 Godley & Creme to the rock 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Sister Nancy,
Model 500,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Masters at Work,
Sam Rivers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
The Pop Group,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
DJ Style,
Rakim,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Stockholm Monsters,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Joy Division,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
ABC,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Clear Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
The Young Rascals,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.