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 Qatar and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 clarinet 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 Deadbeat to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MC5,
John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Fat Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
Chris & Cosey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Minnie Riperton,
Bang On A Can,
The Five Americans,
Gichy Dan,
Index,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Second Layer,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Black Sheep,
Jandek,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Maleditus Sound,
The Standells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.