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 Italy and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Nico to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
The Gun Club,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter & Gordon,
Animal Collective,
Fugazi,
The Zeros,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
X-Ray Spex,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
Lungfish,
Todd Terry,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Cameo,
the Bar-Kays,
Sarah Menescal,
World's Most,
The Electric Prunes,
Yaz,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Trojans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
Boredoms,
DNA,
Little Man,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.