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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Holger Czukay 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 Average White Band to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Malaria!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Misunderstood,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Swans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Alison Limerick,
Royal Trux,
Metal Thangz,
Ituana,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Loose Ends,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Litter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
FM Einheit,
The Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Altered Images,
Howard Jones,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Crispy Ambulance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
The Human League,
Sugar Minott,
Skarface,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Public Enemy,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.