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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Gang Starr to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Evens,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wire,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Flamin' Groovies,
Anakelly,
The Stooges,
Niagra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Jeff Lynne,
The Count Five,
Peter and Kerry,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
These Immortal Souls,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cheater Slicks,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Technova,
The Busters,
Godley & Creme,
Sister Nancy,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.