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 Chile and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Human League to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Qualms,
Los Fastidios,
Flash Fearless,
Kas Product,
the Germs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barrington Levy,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
Swans,
Television Personalities,
Wire,
Absolute Body Control,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
Terry Callier,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Scientists,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Lungfish,
Amazonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Black Bananas,
Dennis Brown,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
Lebanon Hanover,
Malaria!,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.