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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Make Up to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
X-Ray Spex,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Babytalk,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Pole,
Trumans Water,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultravox,
Talk Talk,
The Tremeloes,
Zero Boys,
Fat Boys,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Blake Baxter,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Lydon,
Popol Vuh,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
The Doors,
Cheater Slicks,
Camberwell Now,
The Fugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Altered Images,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Parry Music,
The Martian,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camouflage,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Youth Brigade,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.