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 Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Intrusion to the rap 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Spandau Ballet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Move,
DNA,
Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Basic Channel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Masters at Work,
the Normal,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Minny Pops,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Scion,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gladiators,
Nirvana,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
The Cowsills,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Massinfluence,
Jacob Miller,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
Rites of Spring,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
Pagans,
Mars,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.