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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Siglo XX 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monks,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
The Motions,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dark Day,
The Associates,
Jeff Mills,
Andrew Hill,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Dead Boys,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Qualms,
Sandy B,
The Move,
Isaac Hayes,
Bad Manners,
B.T. Express,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Laurel Aitken,
Sarah Menescal,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Cluster,
Aural Exciters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Marvin Gaye,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
The J.B.'s,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
E-Dancer,
the Germs,
Con Funk Shun,
Toni Rubio,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.