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 Malawi and from Salvador.
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 Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord 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 The Searchers to the dance 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Crooked Eye,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Residents,
Royal Trux,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boz Scaggs,
The Names,
Absolute Body Control,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Boredoms,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultra Naté,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Associates,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
Eve St. Jones,
kango's stein massive,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Eddi Front,
Minutemen,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scott Walker,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.