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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Searchers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bauhaus,
T.S.O.L.,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bronski Beat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Pulsallama,
Smog,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Boogie Down Productions,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
EPMD,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Drexciya,
Pierre Henry,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.