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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the rock 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Yellowson,
Tom Boy,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bauhaus,
Black Sheep,
Amon Düül II,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
MDC,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Bluetip,
10cc,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
U.S. Maple,
Surgeon,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yaz,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Eric Copeland,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.