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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Captain Beefheart 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 disco 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
The Stooges,
Joey Negro,
Dawn Penn,
Dead Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronnie Foster,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Marc Almond,
Interpol,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fuzztones,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Rundgren,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Qualms,
Rakim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Cale,
The Invisible,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
E-Dancer,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Wells,
Todd Terry,
Loose Ends,
48th St. Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
the Swans,
X-101,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
June of 44,
Trumans Water,
Charles Mingus,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.