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 Niger and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
John Lydon,
Slave,
Pole,
The Mummies,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Kinks,
The Stooges,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Siglo XX,
New York Dolls,
Absolute Body Control,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gabor Szabo,
Toni Rubio,
cv313,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camberwell Now,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Matthew Bourne,
D'Angelo,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dead C,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Darondo,
The Names,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Mo-Dettes,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Smooth,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Quando Quango,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.