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 Cambodia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Searchers 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
Ossler,
Niagra,
Warren Ellis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultravox,
New York Dolls,
Little Man,
Joy Division,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
The Music Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
U.S. Maple,
R.M.O.,
Tubeway Army,
Sällskapet,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
ABC,
Ten City,
Yellowson,
Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Rites of Spring,
Procol Harum,
Jawbox,
Scion,
The Gap Band,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Christie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Smog,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.