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 South Sudan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Swans 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Nirvana,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Scan 7,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alison Limerick,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Chris & Cosey,
Quando Quango,
Bush Tetras,
Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Buzzcocks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Pere Ubu,
Faust,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.