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 South Africa and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Boredoms to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Terry Callier,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Lower 48,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Flipper,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Ituana,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Harmonia,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Residents,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
48th St. Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
John Holt,
Byron Stingily,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Model 500,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.