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 Mexico and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
Robert Wyatt,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
Sällskapet,
Ultra Naté,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Soulsonic Force,
Mr. Review,
Pantaleimon,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Harmonia,
Reagan Youth,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Niagra,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moby Grape,
Moebius,
Sugar Minott,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Warren Ellis,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.