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 San Marino and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Black Pus to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Japan,
The Names,
Clear Light,
China Crisis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Unwound,
Tom Boy,
Radio Birdman,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blossom Toes,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
The J.B.'s,
Camouflage,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stereo Dub,
Roy Ayers,
Royal Trux,
The Busters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
L. Decosne,
Ultravox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.