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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 snare 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Neu!,
The Offenders,
the Slits,
Black Pus,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Hashim,
Andrew Hill,
T.S.O.L.,
Jerry's Kids,
Idris Muhammad,
Reagan Youth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Liliput,
The Names,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Q and Not U,
Ultravox,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Spandau Ballet,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joensuu 1685,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Joyce Sims,
Reuben Wilson,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Bill Wells,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.