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 Sierra Leone and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Marmalade to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Sound Behaviour,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Deakin,
Symarip,
U.S. Maple,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
Brand Nubian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
In Retrospect,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oneida,
Jacques Brel,
JFA,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Michelle Simonal,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mantronix,
Cluster,
OOIOO,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Wolf Eyes,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.