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 Poland and from London.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar 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 U.S. Maple to the funk 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Lightning Bolt,
ABBA,
The Toasters,
The Zeros,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Panda Bear,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Cymande,
Von Mondo,
The Durutti Column,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
The Index,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
The Skatalites,
JFA,
Symarip,
June Days,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blancmange,
Shoche,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Neon Judgement,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Accadde A,
Yazoo,
Bang On A Can,
Metal Thangz,
CMW,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
the Human League,
UT,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camouflage,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.