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 Moldova and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Andrew Hill,
Circle Jerks,
The Young Rascals,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Star Department,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Schoolly D,
Blossom Toes,
Niagra,
the Normal,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fugs,
Aaron Thompson,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Whodini,
Organ,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Boz Scaggs,
Y Pants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
The Mojo Men,
Alphaville,
Skarface,
The Grass Roots,
New York Dolls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Sonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Eddi Front,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eurythmics,
Average White Band,
Second Layer,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smiths,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.