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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wings to the grime 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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Cheater Slicks,
The Evens,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Sneak,
Magma,
Country Teasers,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
Nico,
The Residents,
A Certain Ratio,
Fat Boys,
Bush Tetras,
Rufus Thomas,
The Modern Lovers,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.