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 Andorra and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The Offenders,
A Certain Ratio,
The Doors,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
John Coltrane,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Mandrill,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Clear Light,
Scratch Acid,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
DJ Style,
The Mojo Men,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Nirvana,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moss Icon,
The Martian,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Zapp,
Pole,
Barbara Tucker,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
the Slits,
Goldenarms,
Reagan Youth,
Gang of Four,
Aaron Thompson,
Carl Craig,
Alton Ellis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
The New Christs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fad Gadget,
JFA,
Scion,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.