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 Belgium and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 This Heat to the rock 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Terry Callier,
Masters at Work,
PIL,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Das Ding,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Altered Images,
Harmonia,
Lungfish,
Ice-T,
Theoretical Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
R.M.O.,
Magma,
Easy Going,
Dawn Penn,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Rapeman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Hood,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
Electric Prunes,
Glenn Branca,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
La Düsseldorf,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
These Immortal Souls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Banda Bassotti,
Sparks,
The Move,
Jandek,
The Beau Brummels,
Roger Hodgson,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.