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 Iceland and from Taipei.
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 Houston and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
the Normal,
The Wake,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pierre Henry,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
DJ Style,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Grauzone,
MDC,
Index,
The Buckinghams,
Unwound,
Clear Light,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Prince Buster,
Niagra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Pagans,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Organ,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.