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 Rwanda and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Accadde A,
T.S.O.L.,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
X-Ray Spex,
X-102,
Thompson Twins,
Max Romeo,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
Joyce Sims,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Television Personalities,
Guru Guru,
Outsiders,
The Names,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Q and Not U,
Graham Central Station,
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
MC5,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Todd Terry,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.