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 Dominica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sisters of Mercy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
The Index,
Fear,
Marshall Jefferson,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Magma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Wings,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stetsasonic,
Alphaville,
Camberwell Now,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sound,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Victims,
Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Toni Rubio,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Surgeon,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Barry Ungar,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
MDC,
Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.