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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lucky Dragons to the funk 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills 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?
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
Nils Olav,
Fad Gadget,
Shoche,
D'Angelo,
Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Mission of Burma,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bluetip,
Peter and Kerry,
The Barracudas,
The Wake,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
The Raincoats,
Chris Corsano,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
The Mojo Men,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minor Threat,
The Martian,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Maurizio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.