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 Gambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Joey Negro,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scrapy,
Faust,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Wolf Eyes,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
The Smiths,
Bauhaus,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Crime,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marc Almond,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Magazine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül II,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Saccharine Trust,
Simply Red,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scientists,
Ten City,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marine Girls,
F. McDonald,
The Offenders,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
Agitation Free,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.