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 Lithuania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Suicide to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Barrington Levy,
Malaria!,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Pierre Henry,
Ultravox,
Smog,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Kayak,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Whodini,
The Stooges,
Outsiders,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
The Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Seeds,
Gerry Rafferty,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.