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 Fiji and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Marvin Gaye to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Ronan,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Derrick May,
Essential Logic,
Barbara Tucker,
Nico,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Babytalk,
The Modern Lovers,
Television,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Second Layer,
Trumans Water,
Chris Corsano,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Oneida,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Pop Group,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marine Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Motorama,
Boredoms,
E-Dancer,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
Dennis Brown,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.