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 Honduras and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Trojans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Bananas,
H. Thieme,
The Smiths,
The Happenings,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Adolescents,
Oneida,
Nas,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sarah Menescal,
Unrelated Segments,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispian St. Peters,
The American Breed,
June of 44,
Lakeside,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
MDC,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
MC5,
Albert Ayler,
Organ,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sixth Finger,
The Motions,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Danielle Patucci,
Magazine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sparks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Archie Shepp,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.