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 Pakistan and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Maleditus Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Excepter,
The Saints,
Black Moon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monochrome Set,
Faust,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
the Fania All-Stars,
Idris Muhammad,
Suburban Knight,
Agitation Free,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
PIL,
Blake Baxter,
Byron Stingily,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
Ponytail,
The Names,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
The Human League,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
kango's stein massive,
Shuggie Otis,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.