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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Sandy B to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Moss Icon,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
the Soft Cell,
Joe Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Ornette Coleman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
The Slackers,
Nico,
The New Christs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
New Order,
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
Spandau Ballet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Loose Ends,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
June Days,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Saints,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.