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 Iraq and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Andrew Hill,
Black Bananas,
Make Up,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxette,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Grauzone,
The Wake,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rosa Yemen,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Rekid,
Pantytec,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Sex Pistols,
Von Mondo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
Neu!,
Black Pus,
Nico,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.