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 Taiwan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Talk Talk to the electroclash 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Audionom,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cymande,
Magazine,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Rotary Connection,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Terry,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Durutti Column,
Skaos,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Girls At Our Best!,
Au Pairs,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Fear,
Dawn Penn,
Massinfluence,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David McCallum,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
The Skatalites,
Minny Pops,
Surgeon,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Freddie Wadling,
New York Dolls,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.