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 Nigeria and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Lakeside,
Henry Cow,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Misunderstood,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Leaves,
The Black Dice,
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Adolescents,
The Mojo Men,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skriet,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Half Japanese,
Donny Hathaway,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Aswad,
The Remains,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rod Modell,
The Angels of Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ludus,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
Eurythmics,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fluxion,
Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.