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 Norway and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visage to the funk 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
the Sonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Accadde A,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grey Daturas,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
Schoolly D,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
The Wake,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marine Girls,
Jandek,
Juan Atkins,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Pus,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Althea and Donna,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
U.S. Maple,
Tommy Roe,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
The Monochrome Set,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
Yusef Lateef,
Q65,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Music Machine,
ABBA,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Porter Ricks,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick May,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.