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 Laos and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gun Club to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
The Toasters,
Hot Snakes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang of Four,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Procol Harum,
T. Rex,
Brick,
Josef K,
Steve Hackett,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerrie Biddell,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
New Age Steppers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Delta 5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Sister Nancy,
The Motions,
Kas Product,
Can,
Los Fastidios,
The Fire Engines,
Technova,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Severed Heads,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.