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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the snare 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 R.M.O. to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Matthew Bourne,
Mars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultravox,
Monks,
The Grass Roots,
the Germs,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Qualms,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cure,
Barclay James Harvest,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
The American Breed,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
The Vogues,
Robert Hood,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.