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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smoke to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
Amon Düül II,
Malaria!,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Fluxion,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Pantytec,
the Normal,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Shoche,
Deadbeat,
The Smiths,
the Association,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
Zapp,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Nik Kershaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tom Boy,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Hashim,
Amazonics,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.