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 Copenhagen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Average White Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ornette Coleman,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Trumans Water,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
The Standells,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Wolf Eyes,
Infiniti,
Thee Headcoats,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nik Kershaw,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Lakeside,
Lightning Bolt,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club,
Marine Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neu!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.