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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Barry Ungar 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
The Mummies,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Invisible,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
In Retrospect,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dead C,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Groovy Waters,
Heaven 17,
Niagra,
Supertramp,
The Music Machine,
The Zeros,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Scion,
The Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Half Japanese,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.