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 Djibouti and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Litter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Sherman,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Near,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Trumans Water,
Ronan,
Brass Construction,
Negative Approach,
Joey Negro,
Lungfish,
Y Pants,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Grass Roots,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
The Evens,
Stetsasonic,
Zapp,
Janne Schatter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Bill Wells,
Pierre Henry,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wings,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
The Offenders,
The Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.