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 Ukraine and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Von Mondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
Underground Resistance,
James White and The Blacks,
MC5,
John Cale,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
New York Dolls,
Y Pants,
Arthur Verocai,
Basic Channel,
UT,
Loose Ends,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
The Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fugs,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
Peter and Kerry,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
World's Most,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.