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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lyon.
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 snare 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Freddie Wadling,
the Normal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
Ronnie Foster,
Country Teasers,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Tears for Fears,
The Moleskins,
Panda Bear,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Crooked Eye,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
John Lydon,
T.S.O.L.,
Niagra,
Q and Not U,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Man Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Au Pairs,
Lalann,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
The Wake,
Tom Boy,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Fania All-Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.