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 Iraq and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Metal Thangz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
The Monks,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Black Bananas,
Tears for Fears,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eve St. Jones,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Heaven 17,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Ludus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Grandmaster Flash,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
The United States of America,
Youth Brigade,
Stetsasonic,
the Sonics,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Buzzcocks,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
The Standells,
The Stooges,
The Fortunes,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.