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 Poland and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rock 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Ronan,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
The Martian,
Saccharine Trust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Nils Olav,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
One Last Wish,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare,
The Electric Prunes,
Charles Mingus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Sherman,
Zero Boys,
Loose Ends,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Deadbeat,
The Moleskins,
Japan,
Gichy Dan,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Reagan Youth,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quantec,
Aloha Tigers,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.