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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flamin' Groovies to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Accadde A,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blake Baxter,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Marcia Griffiths,
La Düsseldorf,
Arab on Radar,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Arthur Verocai,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Lightning Bolt,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
Animal Collective,
The Dead C,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
Malaria!,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crime,
Interpol,
Jimmy McGriff,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MDC,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
The Leaves,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delon & Dalcan,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.