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 Saudi Arabia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Circle Jerks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Searchers,
Wire,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Remains,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Los Fastidios,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
PIL,
The Slits,
Bauhaus,
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Reagan Youth,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Gang of Four,
Deepchord,
Neu!,
John Holt,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
The Cramps,
Wings,
Idris Muhammad,
Urselle,
Fear,
Cameo,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.