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 Germany and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 The Human League to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
Derrick May,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rekid,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
The Sonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
DNA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joe Finger,
Todd Rundgren,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Hasil Adkins,
Slave,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.