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 Brazil 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Franke to the funk 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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
The Real Kids,
Q65,
Organ,
The Pretty Things,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-101,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
New York Dolls,
Thompson Twins,
Easy Going,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
kango's stein massive,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
The New Christs,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Silicon Teens,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.