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 Sudan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
One Last Wish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Circle Jerks,
Scratch Acid,
Silicon Teens,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
JFA,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
Flash Fearless,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
EPMD,
Niagra,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Dead Boys,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Fraelich,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Kerri Chandler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Black Dice,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
The Toasters,
La Düsseldorf,
Basic Channel,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Glenn Branca,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Essential Logic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.