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 Egypt and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron 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 Saccharine Trust to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Hashim,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
X-101,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Half Japanese,
The Raincoats,
Severed Heads,
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Shuggie Otis,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
E-Dancer,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Royal Trux,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.