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 Zambia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rhythm & Sound to the rock 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Slave,
Procol Harum,
Faraquet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Brothers Johnson,
The Skatalites,
Crash Course in Science,
the Bar-Kays,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Young Rascals,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Reuben Wilson,
Bang On A Can,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Khruangbin,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Flag,
Rekid,
The Motions,
The Index,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
La Düsseldorf,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Victims,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
Lucky Dragons,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cluster,
Kerri Chandler,
Outsiders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Toasters,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.