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 Congo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Germs to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Motorama,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Monks,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Simply Red,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.