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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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?
Connie Case,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Blossom Toes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Sonics,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
The Misunderstood,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
Nik Kershaw,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Holt,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Altered Images,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Black Moon,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Funky Four + One,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stereo Dub,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
Theoretical Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
K-Klass,
KRS-One,
the Slits,
Scientists,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.