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 Ecuador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Offenders to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
New Age Steppers,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
Index,
Mark Hollis,
The Techniques,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Darondo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ohio Players,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Yellowson,
Arab on Radar,
Soul II Soul,
Porter Ricks,
The Divine Comedy,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Tomorrow,
the Sonics,
Freddie Wadling,
X-Ray Spex,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Cybotron,
Gichy Dan,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.