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 New Zealand and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Byron Stingily,
48th St. Collective,
Lyres,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ornette Coleman,
Malaria!,
Black Pus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Techniques,
Goldenarms,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
L. Decosne,
Cameo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sex Pistols,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
The Knickerbockers,
Yaz,
Rod Modell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
Ohio Players,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
Rekid,
Matthew Bourne,
X-101,
The Slackers,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
The Moody Blues,
Swell Maps,
The Victims,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
The Gladiators,
DJ Sneak,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.