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 Liechtenstein and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Fear,
Accadde A,
Skriet,
Bobby Sherman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jawbox,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fela Kuti,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Pagans,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Steve Hackett,
Clear Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
Cecil Taylor,
Niagra,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Iggy Pop,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Man Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Boz Scaggs,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Faraquet,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.