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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smiths,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Pop Group,
Amon Düül II,
Yazoo,
The Gun Club,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Echospace,
Mad Mike,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stereo Dub,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
The Pretty Things,
John Lydon,
Jeff Mills,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Pole,
Tommy Roe,
10cc,
Kerrie Biddell,
Colin Newman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.