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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Absolute Body Control to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Tears for Fears,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Tom Boy,
Mo-Dettes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Minny Pops,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Visage,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Idris Muhammad,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
Qualms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harmonia,
Skaos,
Neil Young,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
Alice Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Erykah Badu,
Moebius,
Pulsallama,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Marvin Gaye,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
Supertramp,
The Zeros,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.