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 Singapore and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rites of Spring,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
Janne Schatter,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Morten Harket,
Panda Bear,
Sight & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Swans,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gang of Four,
The Walker Brothers,
Negative Approach,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Country Teasers,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
PIL,
Nils Olav,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronnie Foster,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
John Coltrane,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Inner City,
Oblivians,
Reagan Youth,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Flipper,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Magma,
The Angels of Light,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.