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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Robert Wyatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Monks,
JFA,
Bronski Beat,
Juan Atkins,
R.M.O.,
The Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
The Smoke,
Simply Red,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Holt,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Angry Samoans,
Bad Manners,
Josef K,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Mark Hollis,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Walker Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cecil Taylor,
Joy Division,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Khruangbin,
Blancmange,
Saccharine Trust,
Sandy B,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Glenn Branca,
The Golliwogs,
Nico,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.