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 Mauritius and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sight & Sound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Ultravox,
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Archie Shepp,
Dead Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slackers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tres Demented,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
Franke,
Scion,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fatback Band,
Hashim,
Skarface,
Blossom Toes,
Agent Orange,
Junior Murvin,
Sexual Harrassment,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dennis Brown,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
Hot Snakes,
Joensuu 1685,
Pole,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.