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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Raincoats to the dance 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
48th St. Collective,
The Names,
The Durutti Column,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oblivians,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
The Barracudas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Spandau Ballet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Germs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sixth Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Unwound,
Shoche,
the Association,
The Monks,
Terry Callier,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yazoo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Nico,
Siglo XX,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Smog,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
Jeff Lynne,
Hardrive,
Mantronix,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.