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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Byron Stingily,
The Busters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
La Düsseldorf,
Pulsallama,
Drexciya,
The Residents,
The Cure,
Pere Ubu,
Swans,
Roxy Music,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Slick Rick,
DNA,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Copeland,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Flag,
The Searchers,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Toasters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Malaria!,
Eve St. Jones,
10cc,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Bluetip,
X-101,
Infiniti,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
Mandrill,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Television Personalities,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.