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 Iraq 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 Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb 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 Cecil Taylor to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Busters,
The Residents,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
John Holt,
Scientists,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Bobby Sherman,
Eli Mardock,
Toni Rubio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Janne Schatter,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Style,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quantec,
Wally Richardson,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
John Foxx,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Flag,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DJ Sneak,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.