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 Equatorial Guinea 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 Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 United States of America to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Barracudas,
The United States of America,
The Index,
The Golliwogs,
Lyres,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
Sound Behaviour,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
John Foxx,
Minutemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
Massinfluence,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Niagra,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sight & Sound,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lakeside,
Scrapy,
Jerry's Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Parrish,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.