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 Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 AZ to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
The Barracudas,
Aaron Thompson,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rosa Yemen,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Ronan,
KRS-One,
The Searchers,
Yazoo,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Buzzcocks,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Fear,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bobby Byrd,
Dave Gahan,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Jawbox,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brand Nubian,
Patti Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
The Fire Engines,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.