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 Poland and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pole,
Jandek,
Second Layer,
Rotary Connection,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Section 25,
the Normal,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Rapeman,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Erasure,
Trumans Water,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Lou Christie,
Byron Stingily,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Human League,
Tears for Fears,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kenny Larkin,
Newcleus,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Loose Ends,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Howard Jones,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.