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 Vietnam and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 MC5 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Scion,
Nas,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Teasers,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
June of 44,
Spoonie Gee,
Tropical Tobacco,
Toni Rubio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tres Demented,
the Sonics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Standells,
The Offenders,
10cc,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-Ray Spex,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Tim Buckley,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Gang of Four,
Mars,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Görl,
Das Ding,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Hutcherson,
KRS-One,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Gang Green,
The Happenings,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.