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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
kango's stein massive,
Man Parrish,
T. Rex,
Hasil Adkins,
the Slits,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
MC5,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Funky Four + One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Bourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Moss Icon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Junior Murvin,
Yusef Lateef,
David McCallum,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
The Tremeloes,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Kurtis Blow,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Inner City,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
In Retrospect,
Nation of Ulysses,
Audionom,
Bizarre Inc.,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Ronan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.