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 Solomon Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Cymande,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Scan 7,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
The Fire Engines,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Deakin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crispy Ambulance,
Icehouse,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun City Girls,
Easy Going,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Quantec,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television Personalities,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Carl Craig,
Faust,
Warsaw,
John Foxx,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
The Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Das Ding,
Mission of Burma,
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.