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 Georgia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Saccharine Trust to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Alice Coltrane,
JFA,
Mark Hollis,
Pole,
Swans,
Tommy Roe,
Neu!,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Toasters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Delon & Dalcan,
The American Breed,
Todd Terry,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Rod Modell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Joy Division,
Easy Going,
X-Ray Spex,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
The United States of America,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Inner City,
The Mojo Men,
Scion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.