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 Spain and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Velvet Underground,
Pantaleimon,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mars,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Magma,
Toni Rubio,
Ornette Coleman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Saccharine Trust,
The Victims,
Pussy Galore,
Lindisfarne,
Make Up,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Dark Day,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Deepchord,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
One Last Wish,
EPMD,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.