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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
UT,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Lucky Dragons,
Crispy Ambulance,
David McCallum,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Letta Mbulu,
Byron Stingily,
The Birthday Party,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Invisible,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Move,
ABC,
Toni Rubio,
The Doors,
D'Angelo,
Wire,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Television Personalities,
Avey Tare,
Gong,
The Black Dice,
Fad Gadget,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
LL Cool J,
the Slits,
Quantec,
Technova,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.