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 Fiji and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Faust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Little Man,
Interpol,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
The Velvet Underground,
Newcleus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Boz Scaggs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Sheep,
Sun City Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Blues Magoos,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid,
Pussy Galore,
Cluster,
Average White Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Fugazi,
Robert Wyatt,
Ornette Coleman,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Royal Trux,
Audionom,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Colin Newman,
Robert Görl,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.