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 Singapore and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 The Misunderstood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Bronski Beat,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
MC5,
The Saints,
Althea and Donna,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Eurythmics,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
The Pop Group,
Little Man,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fortunes,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Janne Schatter,
Pere Ubu,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
Roxy Music,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Trumans Water,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.