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 Iraq 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the techno 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Harry Pussy,
cv313,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Electric Light Orchestra,
E-Dancer,
the Normal,
Country Teasers,
James White and The Blacks,
Peter and Kerry,
X-102,
Con Funk Shun,
Moebius,
Morten Harket,
Dave Gahan,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Techniques,
Lee Hazlewood,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
The Leaves,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.