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 Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Tom Boy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Mad Mike,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Fugs,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boredoms,
Bill Near,
AZ,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
UT,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Alphaville,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Boz Scaggs,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Rekid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Smiths,
Mark Hollis,
L. Decosne,
The Young Rascals,
Steve Hackett,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.