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 New Zealand and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Television to the rock 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Urselle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Last Poets,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
June Days,
Animal Collective,
Boredoms,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Matthew Bourne,
PIL,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Cameo,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Velvet Underground,
Bluetip,
Spoonie Gee,
Surgeon,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
CMW,
Whodini,
ABC,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues,
T.S.O.L.,
Swans,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.