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 Trinidad & Tobago and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
The Selecter,
Grey Daturas,
Ituana,
Nirvana,
Tommy Roe,
Bang On A Can,
The Walker Brothers,
Maleditus Sound,
The Toasters,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Index,
MC5,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rufus Thomas,
Charles Mingus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tears for Fears,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Average White Band,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Davy DMX,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Roxy Music,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.