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 Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Basic Channel,
Unrelated Segments,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Pus,
Prince Buster,
Interpol,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Lyres,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mr. Review,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Robert Görl,
The Angels of Light,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tres Demented,
Zapp,
Malaria!,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quadrant,
Michelle Simonal,
The Young Rascals,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.