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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Delon & Dalcan to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
Crime,
Kool Moe Dee,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rod Modell,
Absolute Body Control,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Terry Callier,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Electric Prunes,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
New York Dolls,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Pierre Henry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Mr. Review,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
John Foxx,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.