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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Roxy Music to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Zapp,
Tubeway Army,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
X-Ray Spex,
Fat Boys,
Swans,
John Cale,
Y Pants,
Dark Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Stetsasonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Make Up,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Subhumans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wire,
The Index,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacob Miller,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Sarah Menescal,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Nils Olav,
Liliput,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
The Neon Judgement,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.