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 South Africa and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Faraquet,
Pagans,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
Groovy Waters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
In Retrospect,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
Janne Schatter,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Rufus Thomas,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Quadrant,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
Alphaville,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Pylon,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick May,
Marine Girls,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.