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 Romania and from London.
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 New York and Mumbai.
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 organ 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the rock 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
The Trojans,
Brand Nubian,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
the Fania All-Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Drexciya,
Yusef Lateef,
Sight & Sound,
The Searchers,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
Urselle,
Godley & Creme,
The Associates,
Can,
Robert Hood,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Flash Fearless,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Dual Sessions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Davy DMX,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Donny Hathaway,
Bronski Beat,
Basic Channel,
Symarip,
The Leaves,
MC5,
Matthew Halsall,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skaos,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The New Christs,
Liliput,
The Skatalites,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.