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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scratch Acid,
Aural Exciters,
Depeche Mode,
Underground Resistance,
Adolescents,
Sixth Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Swans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Neon Judgement,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
Lakeside,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Y Pants,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
The Litter,
Lightning Bolt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ten City,
F. McDonald,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scrapy,
cv313,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Reagan Youth,
The Five Americans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.