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 Iceland and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Beau Brummels,
MDC,
The Shadows of Knight,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Barclay James Harvest,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-102,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Warren Ellis,
Moebius,
The Knickerbockers,
Stiv Bators,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Brass Construction,
Marmalade,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
Robert Görl,
The Buckinghams,
The Mummies,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Rufus Thomas,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Faraquet,
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Minutemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.