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 Bahamas and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
Magma,
Basic Channel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Minutemen,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Velvet Underground,
Flipper,
Swans,
Make Up,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
The Evens,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.