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 Luxembourg 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Ornette Coleman to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Marvin Gaye,
Hashim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boz Scaggs,
Kaleidoscope,
Dead Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
Chris Corsano,
Glenn Branca,
Deadbeat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aaron Thompson,
Barrington Levy,
the Swans,
Pantytec,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
John Lydon,
Gang of Four,
Panda Bear,
Suicide,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Josef K,
Skriet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Slits,
OOIOO,
Angry Samoans,
Brick,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.