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 Spokane.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Tomorrow to the punk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Moss Icon,
The New Christs,
Hoover,
a-ha,
Joe Finger,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
kango's stein massive,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Japan,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
L. Decosne,
The Barracudas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scan 7,
Alice Coltrane,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Litter,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Trumans Water,
Davy DMX,
Chrome,
The Fugs,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
Banda Bassotti,
The Motions,
Slick Rick,
Fatback Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Judy Mowatt,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Pulsallama,
Sam Rivers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Index,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Jandek,
Joe Smooth,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.