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 Mozambique and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Black Pus to the grunge 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Eric Copeland,
Motorama,
Glenn Branca,
Ronnie Foster,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
Neil Young,
Rotary Connection,
Hardrive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sugar Minott,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scott Walker,
The Dave Clark Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Whodini,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Pere Ubu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Blake Baxter,
Dead Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quando Quango,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.