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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
Spoonie Gee,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
June Days,
The Electric Prunes,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Intrusion,
The Index,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Slick Rick,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Rapeman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fugazi,
Faraquet,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fugs,
Mandrill,
Slave,
Swans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Hill,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.