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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Q65 to the dance 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Guru Guru,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Sandy B,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arthur Verocai,
MC5,
Pylon,
One Last Wish,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
The Toasters,
KRS-One,
cv313,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Evens,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bob Dylan,
Jandek,
Stereo Dub,
Warsaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bauhaus,
L. Decosne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gregory Isaacs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Derrick Morgan,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.