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 Philippines and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Index to the rock 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Television,
Flipper,
The United States of America,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cramps,
Lower 48,
Fad Gadget,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anakelly,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
The Tremeloes,
Flash Fearless,
The Residents,
The Modern Lovers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Grauzone,
Delon & Dalcan,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Morten Harket,
Smog,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Charles Mingus,
Crispian St. Peters,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
The Associates,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.