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 Bulgaria and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Josef K to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
The Searchers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Barry Ungar,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
John Foxx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Khruangbin,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nirvana,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Country Teasers,
June Days,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Flipper,
The Knickerbockers,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Chrome,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The New Christs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.