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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cure. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Leonard Cohen,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Q65,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
LL Cool J,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
F. McDonald,
Neu!,
Can,
Morten Harket,
Bobby Byrd,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nas,
ABC,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Sparks,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Chrome,
Joe Finger,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
Terry Callier,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.