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 Swaziland and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Clear Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Jeff Lynne,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Visage,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Litter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Youth Brigade,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.