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 Jordan and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Visage to the jazz 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '80s.
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 Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Wire,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sound Behaviour,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
La Düsseldorf,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Black Bananas,
PIL,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Buzzcocks,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Wake,
Swell Maps,
Eli Mardock,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Toni Rubio,
the Slits,
Unwound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Monks,
Reuben Wilson,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Schoolly D,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan,
The Last Poets,
Tears for Fears,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The Star Department,
MC5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jacques Brel,
Quando Quango,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.