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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Adolescents,
Eden Ahbez,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Faust,
Alton Ellis,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Quantec,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Masters at Work,
Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Al Stewart,
Reuben Wilson,
Gang of Four,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Pulsallama,
Yaz,
Nas,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mo-Dettes,
The Count Five,
the Bar-Kays,
Duran Duran,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
Malaria!,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.