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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Reagan Youth to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Josef K,
DJ Style,
The Pretty Things,
Arab on Radar,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smiths,
Howard Jones,
Neu!,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
OOIOO,
Albert Ayler,
Kerri Chandler,
Pulsallama,
Oneida,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dorothy Ashby,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Star Department,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
CMW,
Desert Stars,
the Germs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
The Names,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
Model 500,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Sun Ra,
Animal Collective,
Reuben Wilson,
Nas,
the Swans,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.