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 Mexico and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Holger Czukay 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 China Crisis to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Motorama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Swans,
Agent Orange,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Stiv Bators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Dirtbombs,
Connie Case,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Siglo XX,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Animal Collective,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Cal Tjader,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
The Leaves,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Oneida,
China Crisis,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
Babytalk,
ABC,
Kaleidoscope,
AZ,
Joy Division,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.