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 Mauritania and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Television to the funk 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
Das Ding,
Icehouse,
H. Thieme,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mad Mike,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
U.S. Maple,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gong,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
The Pretty Things,
Mission of Burma,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Grass Roots,
Erasure,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-102,
Mars,
Essential Logic,
MC5,
Moebius,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Panda Bear,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
Slick Rick,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.