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 Liberia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Aloha Tigers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
The American Breed,
Eric Dolphy,
Magma,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fall,
Parry Music,
Eric B and Rakim,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Ultra Naté,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
Niagra,
Faust,
Excepter,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Wings,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Bill Near,
Patti Smith,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quadrant,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Black Sheep,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Swans,
Gichy Dan,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.