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 Portugal and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the grunge 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review,
cv313,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jandek,
Bauhaus,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
The Five Americans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick May,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Moon,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Can,
Spoonie Gee,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funky Four + One,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Fugazi,
David Axelrod,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Amazonics,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Fatback Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Altered Images,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.