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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Smoke,
Agent Orange,
Dave Gahan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Zero Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bluetip,
The Durutti Column,
The Toasters,
Popol Vuh,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Roy Ayers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Q65,
Robert Wyatt,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Archie Shepp,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Goldenarms,
Animal Collective,
T. Rex,
Bobby Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Thompson Twins,
Marvin Gaye,
Kas Product,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
The Evens,
The Real Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
The Doobie Brothers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.