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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
World's Most,
Country Teasers,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Crooked Eye,
Alice Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
New Age Steppers,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Ossler,
Newcleus,
Television,
Jacob Miller,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
The Dead C,
Scan 7,
Alphaville,
Bobby Womack,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pylon,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Chrome,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Faust,
Lightning Bolt,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.