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 Ghana and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cramps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sex Pistols,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pussy Galore,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joy Division,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
UT,
The Kinks,
Index,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
Albert Ayler,
Crash Course in Science,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
The Barracudas,
Sonic Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cal Tjader,
The United States of America,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
the Association,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Idris Muhammad,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Offenders,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.