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 India and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Lou Reed 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 Dirtbombs to the grime 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Pussy Galore,
U.S. Maple,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Certain Ratio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
Arab on Radar,
Wolf Eyes,
Deepchord,
Soulsonic Force,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Little Man,
AZ,
Erasure,
Gastr Del Sol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bluetip,
Josef K,
48th St. Collective,
The Happenings,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
DJ Sneak,
the Swans,
Cluster,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Grey Daturas,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Public Image Ltd.,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
Magma,
Skaos,
The Moody Blues,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
The Barracudas,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.