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 Portugal and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Spandau Ballet,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Japan,
Parry Music,
the Swans,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Reed,
Niagra,
Ken Boothe,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Kenny Larkin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Byron Stingily,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Fania All-Stars,
UT,
Alison Limerick,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Motorama,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Joyce Sims,
The Blackbyrds,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Procol Harum,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.