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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the crunk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
The Martian,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Halsall,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Guru Guru,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Smog,
The Toasters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crooked Eye,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anthony Braxton,
Can,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
Y Pants,
La Düsseldorf,
X-102,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Janne Schatter,
Mark Hollis,
Brass Construction,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Pussy Galore,
Rufus Thomas,
Neil Young,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.