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 Slovakia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
Von Mondo,
Qualms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Banda Bassotti,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
Television Personalities,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Sister Nancy,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Unwound,
John Cale,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Max Romeo,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
PIL,
Roy Ayers,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
The Leaves,
Magazine,
Stetsasonic,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cal Tjader,
Wire,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.