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 Belgium and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 ABC to the punk 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Walker Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Idris Muhammad,
Gerry Rafferty,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Cybotron,
The Techniques,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Scion,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Pagans,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Liliput,
Saccharine Trust,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Music Machine,
Technova,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Pole,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Reagan Youth,
X-101,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
Eric Dolphy,
CMW,
Cymande,
Junior Murvin,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Easy Going,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.