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 Papua New Guinea and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Moon to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
Swans,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
John Lydon,
Marc Almond,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Subhumans,
Lindisfarne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Panda Bear,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
David Axelrod,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
Agitation Free,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Angry Samoans,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
LL Cool J,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Slits,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
Absolute Body Control,
The Pop Group,
Crime,
Rakim,
Juan Atkins,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maurizio,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Depeche Mode,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hashim,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.