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 Russia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
David McCallum,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Eric Copeland,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Happenings,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott Heron,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gichy Dan,
Zapp,
Shoche,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Connie Case,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ponytail,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Ituana,
Icehouse,
Sam Rivers,
Whodini,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visage,
Rekid,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
The Blues Magoos,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Aswad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.