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 Iceland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Zero Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Clarke,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Rod Modell,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
Ludus,
John Lydon,
Arcadia,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
The Residents,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Al Stewart,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Moody Blues,
Lightning Bolt,
Rekid,
Absolute Body Control,
Chris Corsano,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Index,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.