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 Uruguay and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Au Pairs,
Icehouse,
Judy Mowatt,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slits,
The Toasters,
Desert Stars,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deakin,
Tommy Roe,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
Wings,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
CMW,
Hot Snakes,
Nas,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Almond,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
The Happenings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Fear,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Silicon Teens,
Grey Daturas,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scan 7,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.