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 Egypt and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Black Moon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lalann,
Janne Schatter,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Kenny Larkin,
Fad Gadget,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Sällskapet,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Cecil Taylor,
Make Up,
Black Bananas,
Darondo,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Sonic Youth,
Chris Corsano,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Black Moon,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faraquet,
Loose Ends,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Henry Cow,
Minnie Riperton,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scion,
The Smoke,
Tom Boy,
Yellowson,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.