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 Djibouti and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Porter Ricks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
ABC,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Maurizio,
Alphaville,
Unrelated Segments,
Dark Day,
Tim Buckley,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Enemy,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Visage,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Ice-T,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
U.S. Maple,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Jeff Lynne,
Gang Green,
Pussy Galore,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
The Victims,
EPMD,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.