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 Spain and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the grunge 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
a-ha,
The Cure,
Eric Copeland,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Deakin,
cv313,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
John Coltrane,
Lucky Dragons,
Matthew Bourne,
Erykah Badu,
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Can,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Vladislav Delay,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Arthur Verocai,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Buzzcocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Reed,
Deepchord,
Godley & Creme,
AZ,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Porter Ricks,
The Vogues,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Royal Trux,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.