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 Vietnam and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the crunk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
Scion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
Cal Tjader,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
Mandrill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sam Rivers,
Mo-Dettes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
kango's stein massive,
Robert Görl,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
the Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Move,
Tim Buckley,
Ponytail,
Connie Case,
The Evens,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Essential Logic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Marine Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Young Marble Giants,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Amon Düül,
Eric B and Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.