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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
Audionom,
The Remains,
The Slits,
Moebius,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantytec,
Mad Mike,
Sister Nancy,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Subhumans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Shuggie Otis,
Erasure,
Nas,
Shoche,
Anthony Braxton,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Terry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Skarface,
The Residents,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Silicon Teens,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.