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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Knickerbockers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fuzztones,
Oneida,
Severed Heads,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
a-ha,
the Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
Interpol,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Tim Buckley,
Robert Wyatt,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Slits,
Organ,
cv313,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Bronski Beat,
The Leaves,
John Lydon,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.