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 Norway and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
Technova,
Unwound,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Livin' Joy,
KRS-One,
The Selecter,
Hoover,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Darondo,
The Standells,
Goldenarms,
Harmonia,
Swans,
MDC,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Spandau Ballet,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Aswad,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
The Wake,
The Real Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.