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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 The Offenders to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Flag,
The Barracudas,
Fad Gadget,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Circle Jerks,
John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
The Dead C,
The Pretty Things,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mummies,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
UT,
Electric Prunes,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donald Byrd,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Cal Tjader,
Visage,
Barrington Levy,
Piero Umiliani,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Skarface,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Todd Rundgren,
F. McDonald,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Slave,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Excepter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Blossom Toes,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.