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 Rwanda and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Parry Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Motions,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Visage,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
cv313,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.