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 Uzbekistan and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Slackers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Delta 5,
The Smiths,
Smog,
Lyres,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fad Gadget,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
KRS-One,
Severed Heads,
John Lydon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New Order,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Laurel Aitken,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Khruangbin,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scientists,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.