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 Chile and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat,
Sight & Sound,
New Order,
X-102,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fuzztones,
Ponytail,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Swell Maps,
Grey Daturas,
Guru Guru,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Certain Ratio,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Peter & Gordon,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Adolescents,
Pylon,
UT,
Sarah Menescal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Charles Mingus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jerry's Kids,
the Germs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.