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 Slovenia and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Soul Sonic Force to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Susan Cadogan,
Panda Bear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
The Stooges,
The Slackers,
David McCallum,
Scan 7,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
The Cramps,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
The Selecter,
Groovy Waters,
Mandrill,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T. Rex,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.