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 Costa Rica and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mark Hollis to the disco 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eurythmics,
Barrington Levy,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minor Threat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
The Blackbyrds,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Country Teasers,
The Skatalites,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
Eli Mardock,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Patti Smith,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
48th St. Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.