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 Korea South 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
The Music Machine,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Techniques,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Charles Mingus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
Visage,
This Heat,
Animal Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Unwound,
Donald Byrd,
Royal Trux,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Motorama,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Silicon Teens,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.