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 New Zealand and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Q65 to the punk 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Susan Cadogan,
Wire,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Fela Kuti,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marine Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pagans,
The Martian,
Neu!,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
The Fortunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Donald Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Leonard Cohen,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.