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 Seychelles and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Tres Demented to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
the Germs,
Mantronix,
Brass Construction,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The United States of America,
David Bowie,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
R.M.O.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
D'Angelo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stockholm Monsters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Juan Atkins,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Clear Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.