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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
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 harpsichord 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the electroclash 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Ohio Players tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Schoolly D,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alison Limerick,
Eric Copeland,
Janne Schatter,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
The Kinks,
The Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roxette,
Gang Green,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
Ponytail,
The Shadows of Knight,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players,
MDC,
T. Rex,
The Divine Comedy,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Panda Bear,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Pus,
Nirvana,
Ultravox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Japan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
Little Man,
Quando Quango,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.