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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Minny Pops,
Flash Fearless,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
Crooked Eye,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
The Names,
Kenny Larkin,
Roy Ayers,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Arcadia,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monochrome Set,
JFA,
Hashim,
China Crisis,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Modern Lovers,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scrapy,
Severed Heads,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Colin Newman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smoke,
Dual Sessions,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fugs,
Byron Stingily,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.