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 Bahrain and from New York.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 The Dirtbombs 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
Yazoo,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
The Durutti Column,
Delon & Dalcan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pylon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crooked Eye,
Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Hasil Adkins,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dead C,
AZ,
Qualms,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sex Pistols,
Harmonia,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
Infiniti,
Brand Nubian,
Gerry Rafferty,
Procol Harum,
KRS-One,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.