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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Leonard Cohen to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
the Bar-Kays,
UT,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Buckinghams,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Byron Stingily,
Erykah Badu,
H. Thieme,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
The Associates,
Amon Düül,
Dark Day,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Archie Shepp,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
B.T. Express,
Pylon,
Silicon Teens,
Altered Images,
Grey Daturas,
The Modern Lovers,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
Stockholm Monsters,
New York Dolls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Theoretical Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Duran Duran,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.