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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Mission of Burma to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blackbyrds,
The Wake,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kas Product,
John Cale,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
T. Rex,
James White and The Blacks,
Royal Trux,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brand Nubian,
Yazoo,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Quantec,
Kurtis Blow,
48th St. Collective,
Average White Band,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Rites of Spring,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.