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 Ukraine and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Reuben Wilson to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Matthew Bourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Danielle Patucci,
Tears for Fears,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Neon Judgement,
Maurizio,
Newcleus,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Unrelated Segments,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
The Red Krayola,
The Tremeloes,
Anthony Braxton,
Connie Case,
The Busters,
Talk Talk,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barry Ungar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Grass Roots,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
PIL,
The Names,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
F. McDonald,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Pagans,
Rakim,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
Section 25,
Black Sheep,
Mad Mike,
Fad Gadget,
Nils Olav,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.