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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tehran.
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 rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fad Gadget,
Bronski Beat,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mantronix,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
John Holt,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
Peter & Gordon,
The Pretty Things,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Martian,
Quantec,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Whodini,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
Chris Corsano,
AZ,
U.S. Maple,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Matthew Halsall,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Parry Music,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.