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 Fiji and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 L. Decosne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
One Last Wish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Magazine,
Ten City,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Associates,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip,
Wally Richardson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Underground Resistance,
China Crisis,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
Fugazi,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacques Brel,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
The Fugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Simply Red,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
Scientists,
Hashim,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
This Heat,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scan 7,
X-102,
Althea and Donna,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
the Germs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
David McCallum,
48th St. Collective,
Max Romeo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.