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 Bhutan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Wasted Youth,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
cv313,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
FM Einheit,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wally Richardson,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Martian,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joensuu 1685,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Howard Jones,
Stereo Dub,
Quando Quango,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Patti Smith,
R.M.O.,
The Monks,
Television,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.