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 Kenya and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 spring reverb 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 Searchers to the techno 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Bar-Kays,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Sandy B,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Pantaleimon,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
In Retrospect,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Albert Ayler,
The Seeds,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Black Sheep,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Robert Görl,
Glenn Branca,
The Skatalites,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roxette,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cameo,
Deepchord,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
A Certain Ratio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Normal,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Arthur Verocai,
Lee Hazlewood,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.