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 Malta and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dead Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
New Order,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
Piero Umiliani,
Crooked Eye,
KRS-One,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Trumans Water,
Roxy Music,
Little Man,
Minutemen,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
The Saints,
Monolake,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Von Mondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
The Leaves,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.