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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
The Count Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Jandek,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Unrelated Segments,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fortunes,
The Barracudas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tim Buckley,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Gregory Isaacs,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Rufus Thomas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
The Blackbyrds,
Eric Dolphy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Moon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Animal Collective,
Symarip,
Byron Stingily,
Harry Pussy,
Agitation Free,
Minnie Riperton,
Quantec,
DNA,
Livin' Joy,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.