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 Papua New Guinea and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 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 X-101 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alphaville,
Khruangbin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Dirtbombs,
The Knickerbockers,
Brand Nubian,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
the Normal,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
Maurizio,
Visage,
Cameo,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Second Layer,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Aloha Tigers,
Index,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Porter Ricks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Moebius,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Negative Approach,
Siglo XX,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
The Cure,
Susan Cadogan,
Youth Brigade,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.