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 Cuba and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Public Enemy to the punk 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Kaleidoscope,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Essential Logic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Piero Umiliani,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Searchers,
Shoche,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Hot Snakes,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
Marc Almond,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Visage,
Michelle Simonal,
Cal Tjader,
Sam Rivers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Cure,
Eden Ahbez,
CMW,
The Flesh Eaters,
EPMD,
Reagan Youth,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moss Icon,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.