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 Dominica and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Dead Boys to the funk 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
Tomorrow,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Thee Headcoats,
Drive Like Jehu,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scratch Acid,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
the Germs,
Gang of Four,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Ten City,
The Blackbyrds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
One Last Wish,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
Piero Umiliani,
Glenn Branca,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.