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 Malawi and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord 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 Oblivians to the rock 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Human League,
Bill Wells,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Crime,
The Golliwogs,
Maleditus Sound,
Minnie Riperton,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Ten City,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Toasters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Nick Fraelich,
Camberwell Now,
Vladislav Delay,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Jimmy McGriff,
Throbbing Gristle,
Little Man,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Television,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.