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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Bill Wells to the punk 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Mojo Men,
Sugar Minott,
Pantytec,
JFA,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
KRS-One,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Deakin,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Grey Daturas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantaleimon,
Stiv Bators,
Chris & Cosey,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacob Miller,
Scion,
The Zeros,
Ludus,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
K-Klass,
Darondo,
D'Angelo,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Joe Smooth,
Aaron Thompson,
X-Ray Spex,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.