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 Macedonia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 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 Inner City to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Nas,
Spoonie Gee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neu!,
Eurythmics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skaos,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
Roy Ayers,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
The Slackers,
Marmalade,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
Delon & Dalcan,
Essential Logic,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
PIL,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Robert Hood,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
U.S. Maple,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.