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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare 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 The Fuzztones to the dance 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Terry Callier,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Ornette Coleman,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boogie Down Productions,
June Days,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Moon,
DJ Style,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy Collins,
The Cure,
Dave Gahan,
Wire,
Tom Boy,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
Kaleidoscope,
Ossler,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Standells,
Visage,
Q65,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
The Slackers,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Toni Rubio,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.