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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
kango's stein massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Guru Guru,
The Remains,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
The Move,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
X-Ray Spex,
Mantronix,
Radio Birdman,
One Last Wish,
Donny Hathaway,
Minnie Riperton,
Zapp,
Skarface,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skriet,
Brick,
Skaos,
Underground Resistance,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unwound,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Alphaville,
Morten Harket,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Jawbox,
Camberwell Now,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.