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 Kiribati and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Sao Paulo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Blancmange,
Zapp,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Nico,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
New Age Steppers,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Bill Wells,
The Vogues,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Anthony Braxton,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Chrome,
Josef K,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
Fatback Band,
John Holt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
The Cramps,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Sällskapet,
Japan,
Desert Stars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
U.S. Maple,
Subhumans,
Soul Sonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.