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 Sweden 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Sonics to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
Black Flag,
Freddie Wadling,
Delta 5,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
The Five Americans,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Radio Birdman,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Groovy Waters,
Mars,
Jeff Mills,
Grauzone,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
David McCallum,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
E-Dancer,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jawbox,
X-101,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
OOIOO,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Hoover,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Count Five,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.