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 Madagascar 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Shoche to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
The Standells,
MC5,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dave Clark Five,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Guru Guru,
X-Ray Spex,
Flash Fearless,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David McCallum,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Techniques,
DJ Style,
Inner City,
Monolake,
Popol Vuh,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
The Doors,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
The Mojo Men,
Leonard Cohen,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Angry Samoans,
Yazoo,
Wally Richardson,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.