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 Turkey and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Flag to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
Crooked Eye,
Chris Corsano,
Suburban Knight,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
Swans,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bluetip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Neu!,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
CMW,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Ituana,
Graham Central Station,
Donald Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.