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 Sierra Leone and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Banda Bassotti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Johnny Osbourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Excepter,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Make Up,
CMW,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Little Man,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
Gong,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Pylon,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Mission of Burma,
Dennis Brown,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Newcleus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eurythmics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.