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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Bauhaus to the crunk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Goldenarms,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
Graham Central Station,
Blancmange,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Simply Red,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Erykah Badu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erasure,
The Knickerbockers,
Minor Threat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Fortunes,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Harry Pussy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Mandrill,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Warren Ellis,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
Stiv Bators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Move,
Eric Copeland,
The Slits,
Rekid,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Henry Cow,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Bad Manners,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Albert Ayler,
Roxette,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.