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 Ethiopia and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Banda Bassotti,
Brick,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Buzzcocks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Technova,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Schoolly D,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Pylon,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Audionom,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Surgeon,
Smog,
Cybotron,
Junior Murvin,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Robert Hood,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
a-ha,
Desert Stars,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.