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 Barbados and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Raincoats to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
OOIOO,
AZ,
Niagra,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Big Daddy Kane,
The American Breed,
Gang Gang Dance,
Half Japanese,
The Motions,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Skriet,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dead Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Television,
Japan,
Negative Approach,
The Red Krayola,
One Last Wish,
Pere Ubu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
Nico,
Lou Christie,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Byrd,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Junior Murvin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cluster,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Thee Headcoats,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Gastr Del Sol,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.