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 Sierra Leone and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Barracudas,
Bill Near,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül II,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Sam Rivers,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Finger,
In Retrospect,
The Smiths,
Johnny Clarke,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Half Japanese,
R.M.O.,
Gabor Szabo,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Skriet,
UT,
Sugar Minott,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ponytail,
Nation of Ulysses,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec,
Ronnie Foster,
Swans,
Robert Wyatt,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.