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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare 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 Charles Mingus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
Don Cherry,
Junior Murvin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
In Retrospect,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Mills,
Nils Olav,
Suburban Knight,
Infiniti,
Circle Jerks,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
Ten City,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Piero Umiliani,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Blancmange,
EPMD,
Surgeon,
Davy DMX,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ronnie Foster,
Malaria!,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Womack,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.