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 San Marino and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Godley & Creme 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless,
Zapp,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
The Blues Magoos,
Scrapy,
Suicide,
Pantytec,
The Black Dice,
Tim Buckley,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
Piero Umiliani,
The Moody Blues,
Jandek,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mission of Burma,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Radio Birdman,
Fluxion,
Essential Logic,
T. Rex,
Fela Kuti,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Coltrane,
Bang On A Can,
Thee Headcoats,
Television,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Bob Dylan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.