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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Taipei.
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 mellotron 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 Visage to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Oblivians,
the Germs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sällskapet,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Connie Case,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
The Offenders,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Brick,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
Agent Orange,
Deepchord,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pulsallama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Joey Negro,
Excepter,
Y Pants,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.