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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fugazi to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Underground Resistance,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Bush Tetras,
Pussy Galore,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Average White Band,
Flipper,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
Boz Scaggs,
Talk Talk,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
K-Klass,
Bootsy Collins,
Von Mondo,
The Gun Club,
Lungfish,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Q and Not U,
Dual Sessions,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
One Last Wish,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Vogues,
Darondo,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.