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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gang Gang Dance 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer 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 synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cramps,
Thee Headcoats,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxette,
Q and Not U,
Patti Smith,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Terrestrial Tones,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deepchord,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiohead,
Hot Snakes,
The Raincoats,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Visage,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Fortunes,
The Moody Blues,
Lindisfarne,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
The Selecter,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.