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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
The Modern Lovers,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Hoover,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
EPMD,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Real Kids,
R.M.O.,
The Litter,
Shoche,
The Pop Group,
Index,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Hardrive,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Offenders,
Freddie Wadling,
David Bowie,
Vladislav Delay,
Fatback Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gregory Isaacs,
Anthony Braxton,
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Urselle,
The Grass Roots,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
David Axelrod,
Make Up,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Icehouse,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.