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 Armenia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
Oneida,
Eric Copeland,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scrapy,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
cv313,
MDC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
the Sonics,
Franke,
Maleditus Sound,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Wire,
Ponytail,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Jandek,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Pretty Things,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Camouflage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
David McCallum,
David Axelrod,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Zero Boys,
Rod Modell,
Y Pants,
Jacques Brel,
Guru Guru,
The Gladiators,
Neu!,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.