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 Vanuatu 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Livin' Joy,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Moon,
Slave,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Chris & Cosey,
Kerri Chandler,
Unwound,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Das Ding,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Germs,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
F. McDonald,
Barbara Tucker,
Sugar Minott,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
Soulsonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
The Neon Judgement,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.