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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Curtis Mayfield,
a-ha,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Amazonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Lou Christie,
Yaz,
The Move,
The Birthday Party,
X-101,
John Holt,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
KRS-One,
Fugazi,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
The Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sarah Menescal,
FM Einheit,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
LL Cool J,
The Residents,
Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
La Düsseldorf,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
The Remains,
Peter and Kerry,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
JFA,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.