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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Sugar Minott to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Fatback Band,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hardrive,
Michelle Simonal,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Tremeloes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
Prince Buster,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Motions,
Pussy Galore,
Accadde A,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Neil Young,
Rites of Spring,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun City Girls,
Wings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Subhumans,
Royal Trux,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Deadbeat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
The Trojans,
Ken Boothe,
The Mummies,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.