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 Guatemala and from Seoul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Faraquet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
DNA,
The Cure,
MDC,
Cheater Slicks,
June Days,
T. Rex,
Simply Red,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The J.B.'s,
the Germs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Skaos,
Gang of Four,
Metal Thangz,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Outsiders,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Divine Comedy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Cluster,
Fad Gadget,
Todd Rundgren,
Audionom,
Wasted Youth,
Newcleus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
KRS-One,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.