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 Kuwait and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk 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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Supertramp,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Isaac Hayes,
Cluster,
The Standells,
cv313,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ludus,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Maurizio,
Gichy Dan,
Chris Corsano,
Surgeon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Litter,
Motorama,
Jandek,
The Evens,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang of Four,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
D'Angelo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Cell,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fear,
Wasted Youth,
Dennis Brown,
The J.B.'s,
Reagan Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Section 25,
Josef K,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.