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 Tanzania and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 chamberlin 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Monks,
The Gun Club,
The Associates,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
Kayak,
The Raincoats,
The Techniques,
The Selecter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
Joensuu 1685,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
The Cowsills,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Guru Guru,
Albert Ayler,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
Mandrill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
Wally Richardson,
Negative Approach,
This Heat,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.