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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Danielle Patucci to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Little Man,
Ponytail,
Skarface,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hoover,
The Names,
Rod Modell,
Eli Mardock,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
The Blackbyrds,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Make Up,
The Index,
Kayak,
Dennis Brown,
Black Flag,
The Cramps,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Drexciya,
Kurtis Blow,
Slick Rick,
Clear Light,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Blossom Toes,
Chris Corsano,
Supertramp,
The Cowsills,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Sarah Menescal,
Blake Baxter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.