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 Angola and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Velvet Underground to the dance 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Derrick Morgan,
Jeff Lynne,
Metal Thangz,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Glenn Branca,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
PIL,
Radio Birdman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Little Man,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Newcleus,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wally Richardson,
Nico,
The Associates,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erasure,
Fugazi,
Henry Cow,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
World's Most,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Angry Samoans,
Quando Quango,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
Kenny Larkin,
Fatback Band,
Kas Product,
F. McDonald,
Sixth Finger,
Max Romeo,
The Music Machine,
the Slits,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.