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 Uganda 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
The Young Rascals,
Dark Day,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Dave Gahan,
Ituana,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
Dual Sessions,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Hashim,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Intrusion,
Sound Behaviour,
Colin Newman,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
the Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Scott Walker,
Bob Dylan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
New Age Steppers,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.