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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Kerrie Biddell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arthur Verocai,
Fluxion,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Terry Callier,
The Motions,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Wire,
Aswad,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
Judy Mowatt,
Wally Richardson,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.