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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
The Star Department,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Oneida,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Fear,
John Cale,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Connie Case,
Slick Rick,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Human League,
One Last Wish,
Skarface,
Excepter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
kango's stein massive,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
Quadrant,
Blake Baxter,
L. Decosne,
Ronan,
Ken Boothe,
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.