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 Burkina and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 oboe 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 Deakin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club 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 Bar-Kays,
Al Stewart,
The Saints,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Max Romeo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Adolescents,
Television,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Litter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
Minnie Riperton,
Whodini,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Patti Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Josef K,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Quando Quango,
Oneida,
The Misunderstood,
Heaven 17,
John Lydon,
Second Layer,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Flamin' Groovies,
Accadde A,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.