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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 electroclash 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Connie Case,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Remains,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cowsills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
EPMD,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rekid,
Basic Channel,
The Red Krayola,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Yaz,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Thee Headcoats,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Tropical Tobacco,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
The Buckinghams,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fela Kuti,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
Jeff Lynne,
Scan 7,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.