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 Switzerland and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Pantytec,
Bill Wells,
The Litter,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
Suicide,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
The Gladiators,
Ronan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Lakeside,
The Searchers,
Quando Quango,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
The New Christs,
the Germs,
Television,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.