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 Malta and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
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 chamberlin 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 Bang On A Can to the grime 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Angels of Light,
Peter and Kerry,
Sound Behaviour,
Clear Light,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Peter & Gordon,
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Swell Maps,
Thompson Twins,
AZ,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Moby Grape,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Bluetip,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Section 25,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Mr. Review,
Siglo XX,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.