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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mummies to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dave Gahan,
Ice-T,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cramps,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Sixth Finger,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Accadde A,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Smog,
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick Morgan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Toni Rubio,
The Standells,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Unwound,
Guru Guru,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.