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 Singapore and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Stiv Bators to the rock 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
Faust,
Michelle Simonal,
Donny Hathaway,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
The Sisters of Mercy,
New York Dolls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.