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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the grime 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moebius,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dead Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Surgeon,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Bad Manners,
Jeru the Damaja,
Swell Maps,
June of 44,
Marvin Gaye,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Copeland,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Star Department,
Crime,
Dark Day,
Excepter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
Grey Daturas,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
X-Ray Spex,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
The Buckinghams,
Mantronix,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Sun City Girls,
The Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Arcadia,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.