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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 guitar 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 Buzzcocks to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joe Smooth,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
Ornette Coleman,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Bluetip,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Music Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Fad Gadget,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
The Residents,
June of 44,
New York Dolls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Excepter,
Ronan,
Pylon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Rufus Thomas,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.