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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sonic Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
Chrome,
The Raincoats,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Doors,
Can,
Nik Kershaw,
The Invisible,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fuzztones,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Black Bananas,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
David McCallum,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Brand Nubian,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Ponytail,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.