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 Iran and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 David Bowie 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 Donald Byrd to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
The Leaves,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Eli Mardock,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Marvin Gaye,
The Blackbyrds,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Neu!,
The Sound,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Procol Harum,
Marcia Griffiths,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Ossler,
Fela Kuti,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Eden Ahbez,
DJ Sneak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skarface,
Cybotron,
Alphaville,
UT,
Jacques Brel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.