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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eden Ahbez to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Crooked Eye,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Joyce Sims,
JFA,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
The Names,
Aswad,
The American Breed,
DNA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
the Slits,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flipper,
Kool Moe Dee,
Outsiders,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ten City,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Tim Buckley,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eli Mardock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visage,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.