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 Sudan and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Minutemen to the techno 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Slackers,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Sparks,
The Trojans,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Near,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
E-Dancer,
John Cale,
the Germs,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Todd Rundgren,
Barbara Tucker,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
Television,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Dark Day,
Nico,
Rekid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faraquet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Lyres,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Theoretical Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.