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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 DNA to the jazz 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Shoche,
Siglo XX,
Tropical Tobacco,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zapp,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Bill Wells,
Smog,
Lungfish,
Rakim,
Andrew Hill,
Franke,
Carl Craig,
The Seeds,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
June Days,
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
The Young Rascals,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q and Not U,
Swell Maps,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Harmonia,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Can,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Tremeloes,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Severed Heads,
Prince Buster,
Flipper,
Sunsets and Hearts,
AZ,
David McCallum,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.