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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Gun Club,
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Grandmaster Flash,
Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
JFA,
Joe Smooth,
DNA,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
The Victims,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Scion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Malaria!,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Adolescents,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Severed Heads,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.