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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 The Smiths to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome 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?
B.T. Express,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Hot Snakes,
June Days,
the Normal,
The Sound,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sarah Menescal,
Symarip,
Charles Mingus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Audionom,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Buzzcocks,
Max Romeo,
Royal Trux,
Theoretical Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
The Standells,
Eddi Front,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Little Man,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Marmalade,
Minnie Riperton,
Slick Rick,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang On A Can,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lyres,
Chris Corsano,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.