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 Cambodia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
June of 44,
Gregory Isaacs,
World's Most,
Flipper,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Nico,
Blossom Toes,
Echospace,
Chris & Cosey,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
One Last Wish,
Marine Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Iggy Pop,
Lou Christie,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
Anthony Braxton,
the Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Thee Headcoats,
The Count Five,
Pulsallama,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Animal Collective,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Barrington Levy,
Thompson Twins,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.