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 Nigeria and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Panda Bear to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Index,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
Tubeway Army,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Vainqueur,
Aswad,
Simply Red,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
Rufus Thomas,
The United States of America,
Masters at Work,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.