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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Minor Threat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Deepchord,
Minnie Riperton,
Barry Ungar,
Mantronix,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Grey Daturas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Evens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arthur Verocai,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Q65,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Bush Tetras,
Sexual Harrassment,
KRS-One,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Davy DMX,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soulsonic Force,
H. Thieme,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Sarah Menescal,
Stereo Dub,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Negative Approach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.