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 Solomon Islands and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
Von Mondo,
The Gories,
Johnny Clarke,
Drive Like Jehu,
Erasure,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Albert Ayler,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Main Source,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Public Enemy,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pantytec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Inner City,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fall,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
The Move,
Zero Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Marine Girls,
Sällskapet,
Pere Ubu,
Royal Trux,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.