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 Kosovo 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the guitar 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ludus,
Steve Hackett,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Smog,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
Can,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Prunes,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
John Coltrane,
Rakim,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
Chris Corsano,
Stetsasonic,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Joensuu 1685,
K-Klass,
Ice-T,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Accadde A,
Dawn Penn,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arcadia,
The Alarm Clocks,
Qualms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Angry Samoans,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.