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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
Fad Gadget,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Flipper,
Morten Harket,
Anakelly,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
New Age Steppers,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joey Negro,
Moss Icon,
Dark Day,
The United States of America,
Jacob Miller,
Talk Talk,
Organ,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quantec,
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
the Human League,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
China Crisis,
Franke,
UT,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.