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 Hungary and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Ice-T to the crunk 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Harry Pussy,
the Association,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
Scientists,
Easy Going,
Fad Gadget,
Connie Case,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
The Cure,
Minny Pops,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Derrick Morgan,
The Raincoats,
Neu!,
Organ,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo,
The Grass Roots,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Flag,
Vainqueur,
Crispy Ambulance,
Half Japanese,
The Music Machine,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Theoretical Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Germs,
Cymande,
The Doors,
Grey Daturas,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Bronski Beat,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Mission of Burma,
Letta Mbulu,
Yazoo,
Rapeman,
Gong,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.