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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the crunk 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Nirvana,
Faust,
K-Klass,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Zapp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Minutemen,
Sällskapet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pop Group,
Maurizio,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Inner City,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Das Ding,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
the Fania All-Stars,
Carl Craig,
Gang Starr,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
Throbbing Gristle,
Masters at Work,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
Sun City Girls,
Warren Ellis,
The Barracudas,
Mars,
Albert Ayler,
Camouflage,
Saccharine Trust,
Ituana,
Gang of Four,
The Monks,
The Slackers,
Scan 7,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.