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 Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Dead Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
cv313,
Barrington Levy,
Jandek,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Boz Scaggs,
Radiohead,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Agitation Free,
Desert Stars,
John Lydon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
Rhythm & Sound,
June Days,
The Dave Clark Five,
Cybotron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Michelle Simonal,
Joe Smooth,
The Index,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Kinks,
Joey Negro,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Young Rascals,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Essential Logic,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.