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 Spain and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 AZ to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Livin' Joy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
UT,
The Gladiators,
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Underground Resistance,
Subhumans,
Brick,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
The Grass Roots,
Leonard Cohen,
Section 25,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
The Smiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Rakim,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Hoover,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.