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 Norway and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fugazi to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
One Last Wish,
Electric Prunes,
Minnie Riperton,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nirvana,
Suicide,
Brand Nubian,
H. Thieme,
Youth Brigade,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Ornette Coleman,
K-Klass,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dawn Penn,
Wings,
Alphaville,
T.S.O.L.,
Fatback Band,
Newcleus,
Deadbeat,
In Retrospect,
Jacques Brel,
Ludus,
Joensuu 1685,
John Cale,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
Ituana,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Johnny Clarke,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.