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 Georgia 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Guru Guru to the disco 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Depeche Mode,
Slick Rick,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Little Man,
Lakeside,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Colin Newman,
PIL,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
The Electric Prunes,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Massinfluence,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Sixth Finger,
Suicide,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Spoonie Gee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joensuu 1685,
Deakin,
Joe Smooth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
10cc,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
Procol Harum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
Panda Bear,
Masters at Work,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.