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 Dominican Republic and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Main Source,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
X-101,
Mantronix,
Bill Near,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rotary Connection,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Intrusion,
Flipper,
Johnny Clarke,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sound Behaviour,
Blossom Toes,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Harmonia,
The Star Department,
Boz Scaggs,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Tropical Tobacco,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Graham Central Station,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Malaria!,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
The Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Fat Boys,
Qualms,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.