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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Quantec,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deakin,
Althea and Donna,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Circle Jerks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
the Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Symarip,
AZ,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
Eric Dolphy,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.