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 Turkey and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Anakelly to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Camberwell Now,
June Days,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
The Barracudas,
Masters at Work,
Crime,
Aaron Thompson,
Monks,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
Franke,
Bill Wells,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
R.M.O.,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Panda Bear,
Tears for Fears,
F. McDonald,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amon Düül,
Simply Red,
Sister Nancy,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Charles Mingus,
Scan 7,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
The Vogues,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
DNA,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Litter,
Marvin Gaye,
Lakeside,
Stiv Bators,
Swans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.