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 San Marino and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
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 güiro 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
The Birthday Party,
Babytalk,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Minnie Riperton,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
Hasil Adkins,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Reed,
Clear Light,
Joyce Sims,
Judy Mowatt,
The Alarm Clocks,
MC5,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Mark Hollis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Erykah Badu,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.