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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
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 808 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 Avey Tare to the grunge 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brick,
Fad Gadget,
Eli Mardock,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young,
Blake Baxter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
The Blues Magoos,
OOIOO,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Andrew Hill,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Don Cherry,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Neu!,
Whodini,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Marmalade,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron,
The Human League,
Faust,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
The Grass Roots,
Al Stewart,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.