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 Lebanon and from Manila.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
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 snare 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Mo-Dettes,
Funky Four + One,
Faraquet,
Sam Rivers,
Todd Rundgren,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Sugar Minott,
Man Parrish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minor Threat,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
LL Cool J,
Rapeman,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gichy Dan,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pantytec,
Sex Pistols,
Moss Icon,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Modern Lovers,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Archie Shepp,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Rekid,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fluxion,
Aswad,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Nas,
Newcleus,
The Tremeloes,
Scion,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.