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 Zimbabwe and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 F. McDonald to the punk 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Skriet,
The Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Parrish,
Gastr Del Sol,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
Lalann,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Age Steppers,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Interpol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Kinks,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Real Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Tom Boy,
Pylon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sandy B,
Cecil Taylor,
Suicide,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Rapeman,
The Count Five,
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Electric Prunes,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bush Tetras,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.