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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wasted Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Niagra,
kango's stein massive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Outsiders,
Aloha Tigers,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Dennis Brown,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
The Human League,
Rekid,
The Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Seeds,
Fad Gadget,
cv313,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Agent Orange,
Crime,
Rotary Connection,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Wire,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Letta Mbulu,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Godley & Creme,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.