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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Robert Hood to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Pulsallama,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
The Electric Prunes,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
The Sound,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aloha Tigers,
The Durutti Column,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
Simply Red,
The Fortunes,
Lakeside,
Freddie Wadling,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Slave,
48th St. Collective,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
FM Einheit,
The Index,
Black Pus,
The Mummies,
The Dirtbombs,
Henry Cow,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.