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 Algeria and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Deadbeat,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
The Martian,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Arab on Radar,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Malaria!,
The Techniques,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Görl,
Quadrant,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
FM Einheit,
Easy Going,
The Toasters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anakelly,
AZ,
Godley & Creme,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Hood,
Erasure,
Kayak,
Bobby Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
Monks,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
The New Christs,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.