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 Taiwan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Golliwogs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
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,
Boz Scaggs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
the Normal,
ABC,
The Walker Brothers,
Crime,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Von Mondo,
Nils Olav,
Todd Rundgren,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kaleidoscope,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
The Cowsills,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Ornette Coleman,
MDC,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.