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 Luxembourg and from Bremen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Index,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Slave,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swell Maps,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Hill,
Guru Guru,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alphaville,
The Monks,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Graham Central Station,
MC5,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Wasted Youth,
The Buckinghams,
Quantec,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Ice-T,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Pere Ubu,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
The Doors,
Donald Byrd,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
The Beau Brummels,
These Immortal Souls,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
The Angels of Light,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.