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 Pakistan and from Milan.
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 Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Second Layer to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
Mars,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Graham Central Station,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Don Cherry,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Bob Dylan,
Tubeway Army,
Scratch Acid,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hoover,
The Names,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Bill Wells,
Porter Ricks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Josef K,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood,
Japan,
Section 25,
Bobby Byrd,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
The Walker Brothers,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.