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 Philippines and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jerry Gold Smith 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Eating Sloth,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gabor Szabo,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Panda Bear,
Shoche,
Swans,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
The Blackbyrds,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
UT,
Steve Hackett,
Con Funk Shun,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Stiv Bators,
The Doors,
Dawn Penn,
Dorothy Ashby,
Siglo XX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Barracudas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
The Human League,
Robert Hood,
Pylon,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Roxette,
Derrick Morgan,
Guru Guru,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.