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 Nauru and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
Sonic Youth,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Marmalade,
OOIOO,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
The Martian,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mummies,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q65,
MDC,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The Walker Brothers,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cameo,
Thee Headcoats,
Duran Duran,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Grass Roots,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.