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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Grey Daturas to the jazz 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Toasters,
Goldenarms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Yellowson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Warren Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Fad Gadget,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Gun Club,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Ituana,
The Fugs,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Glambeats Corp.,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
The United States of America,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.