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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Style,
New Order,
L. Decosne,
Crooked Eye,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
Lungfish,
Neu!,
Toni Rubio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Drive Like Jehu,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Scientists,
Tears for Fears,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Pantaleimon,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Skatalites,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Make Up,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
The Victims,
New York Dolls,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.