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 Vietnam and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Kaleidoscope,
The Birthday Party,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
Crash Course in Science,
Glenn Branca,
Todd Rundgren,
Slave,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Outsiders,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
The Velvet Underground,
Ice-T,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Duran Duran,
DJ Style,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Offenders,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Essential Logic,
Supertramp,
World's Most,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Neil Young,
The Cramps,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.