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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 New York Dolls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Josef K,
Ituana,
Groovy Waters,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hashim,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
Dead Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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The Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Boredoms,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Arcadia,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
MDC,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Magma,
June of 44,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Fatback Band,
Nico,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.