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 Nauru and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Oblivians to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mojo Men,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
Massinfluence,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Hot Snakes,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlback,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Stetsasonic,
The Fall,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
June Days,
Susan Cadogan,
Japan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Finger,
The Slits,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
H. Thieme,
Lungfish,
Arcadia,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.