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 Singapore and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxy Music,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Eddi Front,
Todd Rundgren,
The Buckinghams,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
The Velvet Underground,
KRS-One,
Sparks,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Y Pants,
Main Source,
Shuggie Otis,
Sex Pistols,
The Slackers,
Cameo,
The Misunderstood,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Funkadelic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Rotary Connection,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.