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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Judy Mowatt to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Buckinghams,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
DNA,
Junior Murvin,
The Toasters,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monks,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Slackers,
H. Thieme,
Lebanon Hanover,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48,
Lyres,
X-Ray Spex,
Scion,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Depeche Mode,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The J.B.'s,
Suburban Knight,
Idris Muhammad,
Minny Pops,
Public Enemy,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.