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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fear to the funk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nico,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Rufus Thomas,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
Procol Harum,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Sherman,
Yellowson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
Duran Duran,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Marshall Jefferson,
Animal Collective,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Gong,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reagan Youth,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Brass Construction,
Barrington Levy,
Delta 5,
Deepchord,
Rekid,
Ronan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.