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 Cuba and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Bob Dylan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moleskins,
Rufus Thomas,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hardrive,
The Alarm Clocks,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Newcleus,
The New Christs,
MC5,
Yazoo,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Freddie Wadling,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
This Heat,
The Raincoats,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Adolescents,
Godley & Creme,
World's Most,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Franke,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Thee Headcoats,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harpers Bizarre,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Move,
Crime,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.