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 Gabon and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
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 theremin 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Wally Richardson,
Q65,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Buckinghams,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Bananas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maurizio,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Rosa Yemen,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deadbeat,
Tres Demented,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
UT,
Minny Pops,
Rod Modell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Delta 5,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Albert Ayler,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Quadrant,
The Zeros,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.