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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Kayak to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Ornette Coleman,
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eli Mardock,
David McCallum,
The Skatalites,
John Foxx,
Infiniti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Swans,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Flash Fearless,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Nick Fraelich,
X-101,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Oblivians,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalann,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Sound Behaviour,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.