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 Cambodia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soft Cell,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Shuggie Otis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
Sex Pistols,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Cymande,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Kerri Chandler,
Angry Samoans,
Suicide,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Colin Newman,
The Divine Comedy,
Silicon Teens,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Nico,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Sällskapet,
Freddie Wadling,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Depeche Mode,
Mr. Review,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Deadbeat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Smoke,
Tim Buckley,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
Camberwell Now,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Cameo,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.