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 Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 The Red Krayola to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
the Sonics,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Monochrome Set,
Wire,
Jacob Miller,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Pole,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
U.S. Maple,
Brothers Johnson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Wings,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Japan,
The Pretty Things,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Joyce Sims,
the Fania All-Stars,
Moebius,
The Standells,
X-101,
Aswad,
The Flesh Eaters,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jacques Brel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Ice-T,
Easy Going,
Tres Demented,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.