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 Guatemala and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
The Leaves,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Lynne,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Associates,
the Association,
The Litter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
World's Most,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nils Olav,
Supertramp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Star Department,
Andrew Hill,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
MDC,
Leonard Cohen,
John Holt,
Skarface,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultimate Spinach,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sound Behaviour,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nas,
The Trojans,
Gang of Four,
John Lydon,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fad Gadget,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.