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 Brazil and from Lille.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Max Romeo 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Robert Hood,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Piero Umiliani,
One Last Wish,
Fear,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yusef Lateef,
Mary Jane Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Intrusion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Near,
L. Decosne,
The New Christs,
Pierre Henry,
Sun Ra,
The Golliwogs,
T.S.O.L.,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Freddie Wadling,
Charles Mingus,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Supertramp,
The Mummies,
Crime,
This Heat,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.