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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Sex Pistols to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
Essential Logic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Blossom Toes,
Marc Almond,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Halsall,
Easy Going,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Erykah Badu,
Suicide,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Main Source,
The Cramps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Banda Bassotti,
The Happenings,
Unwound,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Glenn Branca,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Erasure,
James Chance & The Contortions,
OOIOO,
Stetsasonic,
Half Japanese,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minor Threat,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.