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 Kuwait and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
Mars,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Trojans,
Qualms,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
the Human League,
The Cure,
Shoche,
Pere Ubu,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
10cc,
Swans,
Wasted Youth,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
The Saints,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Severed Heads,
Eli Mardock,
Subhumans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
X-101,
Black Flag,
Altered Images,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Silicon Teens,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.