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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Y Pants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Rekid,
Stetsasonic,
Danielle Patucci,
Negative Approach,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Martian,
John Cale,
cv313,
Swans,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eden Ahbez,
Pantytec,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The Real Kids,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Altered Images,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Adolescents,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Sherman,
Crooked Eye,
The New Christs,
the Association,
Todd Rundgren,
The Smoke,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
Groovy Waters,
MC5,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.