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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Can to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
Clear Light,
Skaos,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
LL Cool J,
The Leaves,
48th St. Collective,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Faust,
the Association,
Chris & Cosey,
FM Einheit,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Sherman,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The New Christs,
The Motions,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Byron Stingily,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sonic Youth,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yellowson,
The Durutti Column,
Sarah Menescal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Amon Düül II,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slackers,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.