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 Iran and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Joey Negro,
Khruangbin,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Oblivians,
EPMD,
Television,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cecil Taylor,
Goldenarms,
Babytalk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
DJ Sneak,
Pagans,
Neil Young,
Don Cherry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
T. Rex,
Chrome,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ponytail,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Erykah Badu,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
Inner City,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.