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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Talk Talk to the techno 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Niagra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gun Club,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Procol Harum,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The American Breed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bush Tetras,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Lightning Bolt,
Joey Negro,
Swell Maps,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Nirvana,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
The Cramps,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Offenders,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Black Dice,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.