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 Ireland and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the funk 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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Country Teasers,
Ituana,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Amon Düül,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Tim Buckley,
Idris Muhammad,
Barry Ungar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Monolake,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cymande,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Clear Light,
Man Parrish,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gladiators,
The Names,
the Germs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young,
Eddi Front,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.