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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 The United States of America to the rock 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Model 500,
Alton Ellis,
Ultra Naté,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Accadde A,
Sixth Finger,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jacob Miller,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
Sparks,
These Immortal Souls,
Heaven 17,
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Sheep,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Can,
The Invisible,
Altered Images,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
48th St. Collective,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
June of 44,
Marcia Griffiths,
Letta Mbulu,
The Leaves,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.