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 Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Pantaleimon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Anthony Braxton,
Ten City,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
The Slits,
LL Cool J,
Oblivians,
T.S.O.L.,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Alice Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Yazoo,
The Monochrome Set,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
The Standells,
The Pop Group,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Hot Snakes,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Gabor Szabo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.