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 Bolivia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 The Walker Brothers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Red Krayola,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Marc Almond,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
Schoolly D,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Grass Roots,
Soul II Soul,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
D'Angelo,
Dual Sessions,
Lakeside,
Eve St. Jones,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
The Modern Lovers,
Ten City,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
The Music Machine,
Toni Rubio,
X-Ray Spex,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
The Sonics,
Sällskapet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Loose Ends,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
The Slits,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.