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 Namibia and from Jakarta.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Stetsasonic,
Eddi Front,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Grass Roots,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Urselle,
The Victims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cymande,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nils Olav,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Simply Red,
The Gun Club,
The Leaves,
Excepter,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Loose Ends,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
Lalann,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aloha Tigers,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Martian,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Anakelly,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.