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 South Africa and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Model 500,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Animal Collective,
Albert Ayler,
LL Cool J,
Deakin,
The Monochrome Set,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Lindisfarne,
The Names,
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Smooth,
The Martian,
Basic Channel,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Warsaw,
Prince Buster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
Television,
10cc,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minutemen,
Rapeman,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The American Breed,
Niagra,
Q65,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.