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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Oneida to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Lakeside,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cymande,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
The Remains,
Audionom,
Fear,
Todd Rundgren,
Quantec,
Absolute Body Control,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Dawn Penn,
John Foxx,
X-101,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sällskapet,
Aswad,
Surgeon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nik Kershaw,
The Martian,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
cv313,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.