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 Costa Rica and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Smoke to the rock 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reuben Wilson,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter and Kerry,
Roxette,
New Order,
Mad Mike,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed,
The Fortunes,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
The Vogues,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Black Moon,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Amazonics,
Arcadia,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
F. McDonald,
The Blackbyrds,
Shuggie Otis,
Echospace,
Wings,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Barracudas,
Bob Dylan,
John Coltrane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alison Limerick,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.