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 Lesotho and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gichy Dan to the disco 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Q65,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Janne Schatter,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Talk Talk,
Patti Smith,
David McCallum,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Liliput,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reuben Wilson,
Moebius,
The Move,
Franke,
The Slackers,
The Offenders,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
The Smiths,
The Leaves,
the Germs,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
The Martian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Motions,
The Litter,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Visage,
The Grass Roots,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
Funkadelic,
Lucky Dragons,
Robert Wyatt,
Sun City Girls,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.