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 India and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Freddie Wadling,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Scrapy,
Tom Boy,
The Victims,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Japan,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
the Sonics,
Rotary Connection,
The Fire Engines,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Wake,
The Stooges,
Vainqueur,
Faust,
The Gladiators,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Susan Cadogan,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mars,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra,
Can,
Gang Starr,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.