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 Sri Lanka and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the rock 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Flipper,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
Amazonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Bill Near,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Essential Logic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Junior Murvin,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
Lucky Dragons,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arthur Verocai,
Eddi Front,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quadrant,
Crispy Ambulance,
The American Breed,
ABC,
Basic Channel,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
Blossom Toes,
Dead Boys,
Hardrive,
Liliput,
CMW,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Names,
the Swans,
The Wake,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.