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 Kosovo and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bobby Sherman to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Human League,
K-Klass,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Lou Christie,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
Letta Mbulu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minor Threat,
The J.B.'s,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
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Section 25,
Glenn Branca,
Grey Daturas,
Colin Newman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Iggy Pop,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
The Evens,
Slick Rick,
Yusef Lateef,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marc Almond,
Royal Trux,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.