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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 John Foxx 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Connie Case,
Byron Stingily,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Procol Harum,
Theoretical Girls,
Malaria!,
Radiohead,
The Grass Roots,
Gichy Dan,
Aural Exciters,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
The Dead C,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Terry Callier,
Faraquet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Susan Cadogan,
Moby Grape,
A Certain Ratio,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Anakelly,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Average White Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
World's Most,
Hot Snakes,
Scrapy,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Radio Birdman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scientists,
The Five Americans,
Jandek,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.