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 Oman and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
One Last Wish,
Ultra Naté,
Talk Talk,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Invisible,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harmonia,
Ken Boothe,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rekid,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tim Buckley,
Pole,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bad Manners,
Echospace,
Scion,
The Gories,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mr. Review,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
The Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Residents,
Godley & Creme,
the Bar-Kays,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
Jandek,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.