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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
The Buckinghams,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oblivians,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Marc Almond,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Shoche,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Wake,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
The Cowsills,
Cymande,
The Names,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Basic Channel,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cure,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
D'Angelo,
Junior Murvin,
Wings,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scratch Acid,
Depeche Mode,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.