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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Taipei.
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 808 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 Young Marble Giants to the punk 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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba 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 linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Skriet,
Michelle Simonal,
Dennis Brown,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grey Daturas,
Tommy Roe,
The Litter,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fall,
Thompson Twins,
Talk Talk,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
DNA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Boz Scaggs,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arthur Verocai,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lebanon Hanover,
Second Layer,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
John Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
The Count Five,
Wings,
E-Dancer,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.