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 Mongolia and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 Infiniti to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Audionom,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Patti Smith,
The Gories,
The Victims,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Lynne,
The Saints,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Y Pants,
Byron Stingily,
Al Stewart,
Index,
MC5,
Bauhaus,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Sun City Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Fatback Band,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Evens,
Hashim,
LL Cool J,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Q65,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
Das Ding,
Bang On A Can,
kango's stein massive,
Interpol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.