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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Soul II Soul to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Iggy Pop,
Young Marble Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Excepter,
Severed Heads,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
Easy Going,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Faust,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Görl,
Loose Ends,
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joensuu 1685,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
Dave Gahan,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Flash Fearless,
Icehouse,
Gichy Dan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.