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 Ireland and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 The Pretty Things to the rock 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Carl Craig,
Franke,
Index,
X-102,
Organ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Blancmange,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Dawn Penn,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
The American Breed,
The Divine Comedy,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Parrish,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
Radiohead,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sonic Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
the Human League,
The Associates,
China Crisis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.