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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Fugazi,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yazoo,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
AZ,
Lyres,
Lightning Bolt,
The Electric Prunes,
The New Christs,
Gang Green,
Faust,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
Absolute Body Control,
Amazonics,
Monks,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
The Index,
The Toasters,
John Lydon,
Faraquet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stiv Bators,
Althea and Donna,
Scratch Acid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Sandy B,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Almond,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
Max Romeo,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
Lindisfarne,
Severed Heads,
Funky Four + One,
Andrew Hill,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Maleditus Sound,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.