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 Somalia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 World's Most 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Brothers Johnson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
PIL,
Erasure,
The Toasters,
Visage,
Lyres,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
In Retrospect,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Bronski Beat,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Organ,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alton Ellis,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
Heaven 17,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
Janne Schatter,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Ossler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
The Beau Brummels,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Y Pants,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
DNA,
Animal Collective,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
a-ha,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.