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 Belize and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 Bootsy Collins to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
Maurizio,
Wire,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Soul II Soul,
Faust,
Eden Ahbez,
Suicide,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Infiniti,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Flag,
John Lydon,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Lucky Dragons,
Mars,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
Pussy Galore,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rosa Yemen,
EPMD,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.