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 Mali and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
Eurythmics,
Barry Ungar,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Warren Ellis,
Y Pants,
Grauzone,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
The Seeds,
Eddi Front,
The J.B.'s,
Ronnie Foster,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Drexciya,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
MDC,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dual Sessions,
Terry Callier,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Nas,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.