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 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
UT,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Traffic Nightmare,
These Immortal Souls,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Bad Manners,
New Order,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rufus Thomas,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.