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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Main Source to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Al Stewart,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moss Icon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ice-T,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lebanon Hanover,
Essential Logic,
Aaron Thompson,
Steve Hackett,
Flipper,
Lou Christie,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Maurizio,
Sonic Youth,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Nirvana,
Bobby Sherman,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Remains,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fall,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
Lower 48,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
Charles Mingus,
Rosa Yemen,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neu!,
Youth Brigade,
The Last Poets,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.