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 Algeria and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Desert Stars to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Reuben Wilson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Symarip,
Altered Images,
Letta Mbulu,
Delta 5,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camberwell Now,
Banda Bassotti,
Roger Hodgson,
Excepter,
Joy Division,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
The Durutti Column,
The Busters,
Amon Düül,
Toni Rubio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Warsaw,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mandrill,
Chris Corsano,
Vainqueur,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerri Chandler,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cheater Slicks,
Fela Kuti,
Severed Heads,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Joe Finger,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
John Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Country Teasers,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.