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 India and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Organ,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Deakin,
Dual Sessions,
The Buckinghams,
Amazonics,
Glenn Branca,
Morten Harket,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Mojo Men,
Pulsallama,
Unwound,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
New York Dolls,
Deadbeat,
The Black Dice,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Swans,
Carl Craig,
Pierre Henry,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Mr. Review,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
T. Rex,
X-101,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.