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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Residents to the jazz 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Junior Murvin,
PIL,
The Searchers,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Index,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Nick Fraelich,
Derrick Morgan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sun City Girls,
Sandy B,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
Darondo,
Saccharine Trust,
the Germs,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Bob Dylan,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
This Heat,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Section 25,
Delta 5,
Smog,
Zero Boys,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
Talk Talk,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Zeros,
Johnny Clarke,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.