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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the grime 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Johnny Clarke,
The Smoke,
Robert Wyatt,
Outsiders,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
Avey Tare,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
The Human League,
Parry Music,
The Names,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Barry Ungar,
The Music Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Unrelated Segments,
Camouflage,
The Residents,
Gastr Del Sol,
Adolescents,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The New Christs,
Wire,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.