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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Grey Daturas to the dance 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Duran Duran,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Model 500,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sisters of Mercy,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Skaos,
Tres Demented,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scan 7,
The Skatalites,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
Don Cherry,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
The Victims,
the Association,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Monks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
Moby Grape,
The Wake,
Sight & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Donny Hathaway,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
The Mummies,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.