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 Qatar and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 Zapp to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '70s 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 Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Joe Finger,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Hood,
Cameo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
AZ,
China Crisis,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Alison Limerick,
Oblivians,
Ludus,
Junior Murvin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Halsall,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Metal Thangz,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mojo Men,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
Arab on Radar,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Pole,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.