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 Afghanistan and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Axelrod to the electroclash 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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
The United States of America,
Steve Hackett,
Siglo XX,
Yusef Lateef,
The Smoke,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television,
Freddie Wadling,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Human League,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
UT,
Iggy Pop,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
the Sonics,
The Offenders,
Bad Manners,
Country Teasers,
OOIOO,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Faust,
Sarah Menescal,
The Neon Judgement,
Hoover,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pulsallama,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Osbourne,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.