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 France and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Modern Lovers to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Archie Shepp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
LL Cool J,
Severed Heads,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Howard Jones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
The Toasters,
PIL,
Lyres,
Derrick May,
Rhythm & Sound,
ABBA,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Audionom,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
the Association,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rufus Thomas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Ten City,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Black Sheep,
D'Angelo,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.