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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scratch Acid,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
Derrick May,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Porter Ricks,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
Fat Boys,
R.M.O.,
Black Sheep,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
Dual Sessions,
The Fortunes,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Bill Near,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dead C,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Minor Threat,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.