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 Papua New Guinea and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Radiohead to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Das Ding,
Marmalade,
Can,
K-Klass,
Magma,
10cc,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
The Slackers,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Pussy Galore,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Peter & Gordon,
Brass Construction,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Suburban Knight,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Skaos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
Khruangbin,
Y Pants,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Ken Boothe,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Youth Brigade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
8 Eyed Spy,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.