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 Antigua and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New York Dolls to the grime 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Make Up,
Grauzone,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
New Age Steppers,
Index,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
The Stooges,
Jeru the Damaja,
L. Decosne,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
MDC,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Crime,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Theoretical Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Residents,
Grey Daturas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
The Monks,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Association,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Flag,
the Swans,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.