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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Subhumans 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eddi Front,
Toni Rubio,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Age Steppers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nik Kershaw,
Jandek,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Gang Starr,
R.M.O.,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rosa Yemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Porter Ricks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
John Lydon,
Neil Young,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.