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 Philippines and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Grass Roots,
Warsaw,
Camberwell Now,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Main Source,
The Invisible,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Isaac Hayes,
Yellowson,
Angry Samoans,
Deepchord,
Jandek,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Goldenarms,
Country Teasers,
The Saints,
Blancmange,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Talk Talk,
The Litter,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.