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 Romania and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 The Slits to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Stooges,
Boz Scaggs,
Smog,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Ten City,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
New York Dolls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rod Modell,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Neil Young,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Slits,
the Association,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Camouflage,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
Fugazi,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cure,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
The Techniques,
Matthew Halsall,
Royal Trux,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Patti Smith,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.