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 Latvia and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gerry Rafferty to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Von Mondo,
Scott Walker,
Interpol,
Rekid,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Cymande,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jandek,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Los Fastidios,
Pylon,
Public Enemy,
The Saints,
Spoonie Gee,
Pantaleimon,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joey Negro,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Suicide,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
Terry Callier,
Ornette Coleman,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Traffic Nightmare,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Barracudas,
The Associates,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
F. McDonald,
Rapeman,
Pulsallama,
Lightning Bolt,
Model 500,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.