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 Montenegro and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oblivians,
Masters at Work,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fire Engines,
Inner City,
Metal Thangz,
Yellowson,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Anakelly,
Yusef Lateef,
CMW,
Wally Richardson,
The Invisible,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Sun City Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
Delta 5,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
Henry Cow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Johnny Osbourne,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO,
T.S.O.L.,
Judy Mowatt,
Nils Olav,
Blossom Toes,
Ituana,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Martian,
Kayak,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.