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 Uruguay 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Quadrant to the techno 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Robert Wyatt,
MDC,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Rundgren,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Moody Blues,
Terrestrial Tones,
Massinfluence,
Average White Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quadrant,
Maleditus Sound,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pantytec,
The Raincoats,
The Fortunes,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.