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 Korea North and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 The Fire Engines to the dance 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Almond,
Radiohead,
Livin' Joy,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Fat Boys,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Vladislav Delay,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Qualms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grey Daturas,
The Doors,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Sandy B,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Bluetip,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
China Crisis,
John Foxx,
Terrestrial Tones,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.