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 Greece and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Visage to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Drive Like Jehu,
Deadbeat,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
The Gories,
Ken Boothe,
Quadrant,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
8 Eyed Spy,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
48th St. Collective,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
The Barracudas,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Wasted Youth,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Christie,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Graham Central Station,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Camberwell Now,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
H. Thieme,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
Colin Newman,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Happenings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.