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 East Timor 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Happenings to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Index,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fatback Band,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
The Move,
Joensuu 1685,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
The Fall,
Fear,
The Misunderstood,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camberwell Now,
Roger Hodgson,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.