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 Cuba and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
Ohio Players,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Roger Hodgson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
The Birthday Party,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tommy Roe,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
Blancmange,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Crooked Eye,
Alison Limerick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
cv313,
Echospace,
The Associates,
Chrome,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Marcia Griffiths,
Simply Red,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
F. McDonald,
Bob Dylan,
Ten City,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.