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 Korea South and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Shadows of Knight to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
AZ,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Barry Ungar,
Camouflage,
The American Breed,
Boredoms,
Desert Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
Rod Modell,
Brand Nubian,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Idris Muhammad,
Donald Byrd,
Fatback Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Harmonia,
Bizarre Inc.,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Maurizio,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Judy Mowatt,
Magma,
Michelle Simonal,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soft Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.