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 Seychelles and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Peter & Gordon to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Zapp,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Flag,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlback,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Smog,
Pylon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.