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 Mali and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Television to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Bad Manners,
Sparks,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kerri Chandler,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Gang of Four,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Bourne,
Mission of Burma,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
Deadbeat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Albert Ayler,
U.S. Maple,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Animal Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Niagra,
The Real Kids,
the Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Metal Thangz,
Todd Rundgren,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalann,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doors,
T. Rex,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.