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 Finland 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Pierre Henry 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
Altered Images,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Jandek,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mark Hollis,
Das Ding,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Simply Red,
One Last Wish,
Brass Construction,
Piero Umiliani,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nico,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Dead Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Knickerbockers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
Section 25,
Tubeway Army,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
The Slackers,
CMW,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.