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 Nepal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Five Americans,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
The Pretty Things,
The Doors,
Rites of Spring,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
The Dirtbombs,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Vogues,
Agent Orange,
Johnny Clarke,
Dave Gahan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joey Negro,
The Blues Magoos,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Todd Rundgren,
Joe Finger,
Pole,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Brothers Johnson,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Q65,
DJ Sneak,
Nas,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.