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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABBA,
MDC,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Darondo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rosa Yemen,
Gabor Szabo,
The Fugs,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
X-101,
Kerrie Biddell,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
T.S.O.L.,
Liliput,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Panda Bear,
Popol Vuh,
The Blackbyrds,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronnie Foster,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stetsasonic,
Fear,
Cameo,
Aural Exciters,
Scratch Acid,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Livin' Joy,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.