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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
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 New York Dolls to the funk 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Groovy Waters,
The Standells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Oblivians,
Echospace,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Davy DMX,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Procol Harum,
The Gories,
David Axelrod,
Mr. Review,
ABC,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Skarface,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eve St. Jones,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül,
Schoolly D,
Khruangbin,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Slave,
Duran Duran,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.