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 Saudi Arabia and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 T.S.O.L. to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Fluxion,
Q and Not U,
The Knickerbockers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aloha Tigers,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Scan 7,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
The Victims,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
Surgeon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Glenn Branca,
Technova,
Wolf Eyes,
The Slackers,
Andrew Hill,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Reagan Youth,
Eden Ahbez,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Main Source,
The Busters,
Young Marble Giants,
Quantec,
Joe Smooth,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
The Star Department,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.