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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Bill Wells to the rock 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Blossom Toes,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Toni Rubio,
Q65,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Wells,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
China Crisis,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
One Last Wish,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mojo Men,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Siglo XX,
U.S. Maple,
Black Pus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Danielle Patucci,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Tremeloes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
E-Dancer,
The Doors,
Skaos,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.