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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Cymande,
Anakelly,
Cal Tjader,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Main Source,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Radiohead,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Smoke,
Joyce Sims,
Royal Trux,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aural Exciters,
The Busters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Josef K,
Sister Nancy,
Ten City,
The Last Poets,
Dead Boys,
Magma,
Ponytail,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dark Day,
Alphaville,
Bang On A Can,
Cameo,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Grass Roots,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Davy DMX,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.