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 Lesotho and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Minny Pops,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
The Associates,
Malaria!,
The Leaves,
OOIOO,
Lightning Bolt,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Lindisfarne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
Scott Walker,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
AZ,
Wire,
JFA,
Wings,
Dark Day,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Cybotron,
Oneida,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Motorama,
Kerri Chandler,
The Monochrome Set,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Robert Görl,
Stockholm Monsters,
Essential Logic,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.