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 Belize and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 One Last Wish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
Moby Grape,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Tremeloes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
The Fuzztones,
Byron Stingily,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.