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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
cv313,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Popol Vuh,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Khruangbin,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Ronan,
Grauzone,
CMW,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Skarface,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
Glambeats Corp.,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
T. Rex,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Roxy Music,
Simply Red,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.