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 Mali and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Visage. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alison Limerick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
The Vogues,
Marshall Jefferson,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Nick Fraelich,
Sex Pistols,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sparks,
Todd Terry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pulsallama,
Essential Logic,
Cameo,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
The Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Newcleus,
Andrew Hill,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Stetsasonic,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Nico,
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Camberwell Now,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Circle Jerks,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
E-Dancer,
Section 25,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Graham Central Station,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crispy Ambulance,
Albert Ayler,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Dual Sessions,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.