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 United States 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Deadbeat 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Marc Almond,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
U.S. Maple,
Gang Gang Dance,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Raincoats,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MC5,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Josef K,
Khruangbin,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Skarface,
Fear,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
The Busters,
Chrome,
Lower 48,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.