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 Pakistan and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Lower 48 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Zero Boys,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Max Romeo,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
the Germs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Panda Bear,
Intrusion,
The Techniques,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Bad Manners,
Organ,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
Kas Product,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Visage,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
PIL,
The Gories,
Hot Snakes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jandek,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.