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 Latvia and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 The Fall to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav 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 dance 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
PIL,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Moby Grape,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eric B and Rakim,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
The Remains,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Slick Rick,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Main Source,
The Count Five,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Bob Dylan,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Smog,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.