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 Latvia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Smiths to the grunge 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
Rosa Yemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Erasure,
Mad Mike,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ken Boothe,
Black Moon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
World's Most,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
ABBA,
Y Pants,
The Birthday Party,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Bobby Sherman,
Dawn Penn,
Black Sheep,
Susan Cadogan,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scion,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.