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 Andorra and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Youth Brigade,
Animal Collective,
Zero Boys,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DNA,
Monolake,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
the Swans,
Anakelly,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Easy Going,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Bang On A Can,
The American Breed,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mars,
Lalann,
Robert Hood,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.