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 Sierra Leone and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Warren Ellis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Quantec,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Count Five,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gong,
Freddie Wadling,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Infiniti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Can,
The New Christs,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Little Man,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.