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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro 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 Intrusion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
PIL,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
The Doors,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
June of 44,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Metal Thangz,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Surgeon,
The Move,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barrington Levy,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Eli Mardock,
Colin Newman,
The Saints,
Dual Sessions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
LL Cool J,
Reagan Youth,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Kayak,
The Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Toni Rubio,
A Certain Ratio,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Althea and Donna,
Eric Dolphy,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Infiniti,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.