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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Das Ding to the dance 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Blossom Toes,
The Standells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Spandau Ballet,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Lakeside,
Man Parrish,
Essential Logic,
Scientists,
Pagans,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Walker Brothers,
AZ,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Nico,
The Offenders,
Jandek,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
Negative Approach,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Gang Green,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.