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 Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Pretty Things,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare,
Babytalk,
Dawn Penn,
Bronski Beat,
Cymande,
B.T. Express,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Swans,
Kaleidoscope,
Livin' Joy,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Rapeman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Monolake,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deepchord,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Techniques,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Bananas,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.