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 Tonga and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Das Ding to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
The Sonics,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Technova,
Johnny Clarke,
Minutemen,
New York Dolls,
Jawbox,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
Letta Mbulu,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Leaves,
Zapp,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Cybotron,
Pere Ubu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slits,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Stooges,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
the Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
The Mummies,
The Remains,
Symarip,
Nik Kershaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
Interpol,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Moss Icon,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.