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 Costa Rica and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television,
Deakin,
Procol Harum,
Pussy Galore,
Joyce Sims,
Arcadia,
Kaleidoscope,
The Five Americans,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
The Cure,
Michelle Simonal,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Misunderstood,
Ten City,
The Star Department,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
Y Pants,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Count Five,
Harry Pussy,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
DNA,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Q65,
Gang Green,
the Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sugar Minott,
Lebanon Hanover,
Junior Murvin,
The Blues Magoos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Massinfluence,
Negative Approach,
Susan Cadogan,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.