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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buckinghams to the rock 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Quadrant,
The Pretty Things,
The Cosmic Jokers,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Monochrome Set,
Bad Manners,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Raincoats,
Porter Ricks,
Lindisfarne,
Harry Pussy,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Loose Ends,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The Litter,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Soft Cell,
Con Funk Shun,
The Motions,
Yusef Lateef,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gories,
Maleditus Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun City Girls,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marvin Gaye,
Robert Wyatt,
Juan Atkins,
Interpol,
Pylon,
Severed Heads,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultra Naté,
MDC,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.