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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Dark Day to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
UT,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Rufus Thomas,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Nico,
Skarface,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scan 7,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Maurizio,
the Association,
The Misunderstood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Organ,
Little Man,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Country Teasers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Archie Shepp,
Kurtis Blow,
Siglo XX,
Outsiders,
Vainqueur,
Delta 5,
Public Enemy,
FM Einheit,
Barbara Tucker,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Depeche Mode,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Khruangbin,
Hasil Adkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.