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 Yemen and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Cramps to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Das Ding,
MC5,
the Bar-Kays,
Graham Central Station,
Smog,
The Happenings,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New York Dolls,
John Coltrane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Womack,
Q and Not U,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Pet Shop Boys,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
Marshall Jefferson,
Roy Ayers,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül,
PIL,
Fatback Band,
FM Einheit,
The Gun Club,
Panda Bear,
Grauzone,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cymande,
Bobby Byrd,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Pylon,
Terry Callier,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Michelle Simonal,
The Electric Prunes,
H. Thieme,
Subhumans,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.