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 Kosovo and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Neu!,
Neil Young,
Charles Mingus,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
Sandy B,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Don Cherry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nils Olav,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Siglo XX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Jawbox,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Görl,
MDC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Chrome,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Lou Reed,
The Dead C,
Lightning Bolt,
Blake Baxter,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Danielle Patucci,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.