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 Bahrain and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Quadrant,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Harry Pussy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
The Raincoats,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Suicide,
Q and Not U,
Gang of Four,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grey Daturas,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Copeland,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Desert Stars,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Silicon Teens,
The Sonics,
Mars,
Tears for Fears,
Metal Thangz,
Jandek,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Underground Resistance,
Average White Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faraquet,
Eric B and Rakim,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Don Cherry,
Arcadia,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Ken Boothe,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.