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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 güiro 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Deepchord,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
E-Dancer,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
T.S.O.L.,
Gong,
EPMD,
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Mad Mike,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nirvana,
Franke,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Television Personalities,
Symarip,
MDC,
Bronski Beat,
The Divine Comedy,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Derrick May,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.