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 Malaysia and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Boz Scaggs to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
The Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
Prince Buster,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Neu!,
Yaz,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Gong,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang Green,
DNA,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DJ Style,
Sonny Sharrock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
K-Klass,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic,
Babytalk,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
Neil Young,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Letta Mbulu,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.