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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Dave Gahan,
Magazine,
Alison Limerick,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
Monks,
Newcleus,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
The Gladiators,
Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Interpol,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Model 500,
Ohio Players,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.