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 Denmark and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Victims,
Section 25,
Gastr Del Sol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
A Certain Ratio,
The Saints,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Warren Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
Eddi Front,
Technova,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Icehouse,
Excepter,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Goldenarms,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Procol Harum,
Anthony Braxton,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fatback Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eric Dolphy,
U.S. Maple,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.