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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Misunderstood to the disco 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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Babytalk,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Pere Ubu,
Warren Ellis,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Yazoo,
Mr. Review,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
Country Teasers,
Hot Snakes,
Moby Grape,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Subhumans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bluetip,
Leonard Cohen,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Vainqueur,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
The Moleskins,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Hardrive,
The Real Kids,
Gang of Four,
Ronnie Foster,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
the Human League,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Minny Pops,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.