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 Benin and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Nils Olav,
Danielle Patucci,
The Five Americans,
Newcleus,
Sun Ra,
Lower 48,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins,
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Livin' Joy,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Zapp,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Deakin,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Q and Not U,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Glenn Branca,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Adolescents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ice-T,
Television,
Fluxion,
Oblivians,
The Stooges,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
China Crisis,
John Holt,
ABC,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anakelly,
Archie Shepp,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.