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 Tuvalu and from London.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
World's Most,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
Metal Thangz,
Intrusion,
Sex Pistols,
Kaleidoscope,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fuzztones,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Durutti Column,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Bourne,
Danielle Patucci,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
The Raincoats,
Underground Resistance,
Technova,
Mark Hollis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.