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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Aural Exciters to the disco 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Depeche Mode,
Traffic Nightmare,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Television Personalities,
New York Dolls,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tubeway Army,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
cv313,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Pharoah Sanders,
Intrusion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Motorama,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Peter and Kerry,
Bush Tetras,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
Lucky Dragons,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Enemy,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Joe Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.