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 Uganda and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flamin' Groovies to the dance 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Dave Gahan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Khruangbin,
Brass Construction,
Harmonia,
10cc,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
Joey Negro,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
Hasil Adkins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sixth Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
Monolake,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.