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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Angry Samoans to the punk 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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Skarface,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
Donald Byrd,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
Yaz,
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Eden Ahbez,
Tropical Tobacco,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Moss Icon,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed,
John Cale,
Reuben Wilson,
Deakin,
the Sonics,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Bronski Beat,
Danielle Patucci,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker,
The Vogues,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.