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 Bhutan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
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 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 Althea and Donna to the grime 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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cameo,
New York Dolls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cybotron,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
The Flesh Eaters,
La Düsseldorf,
Vladislav Delay,
Max Romeo,
The Modern Lovers,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
The Grass Roots,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Sound Behaviour,
Dennis Brown,
Main Source,
Amazonics,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Moby Grape,
Dual Sessions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
Vainqueur,
Wasted Youth,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Boogie Down Productions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
Mission of Burma,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
Banda Bassotti,
Newcleus,
Quando Quango,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxy Music,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.