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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Terry to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Aaron Thompson,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alison Limerick,
Sun City Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Black Dice,
Angry Samoans,
Surgeon,
Monks,
Panda Bear,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Pylon,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
The Buckinghams,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Darondo,
Faust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Brass Construction,
Rapeman,
Liliput,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.