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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the funk 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Dark Day,
Arab on Radar,
Interpol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Josef K,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Neu!,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Fall,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Near,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mark Hollis,
Minny Pops,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Franke,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quantec,
the Germs,
Scott Walker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Jeru the Damaja,
Piero Umiliani,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Barrington Levy,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Metal Thangz,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.