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 Belarus and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Smooth to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Camouflage,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Drexciya,
Newcleus,
Jacques Brel,
Sixth Finger,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
The Star Department,
Terrestrial Tones,
Janne Schatter,
Outsiders,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
New York Dolls,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Rosa Yemen,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Al Stewart,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
Cameo,
David McCallum,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Barbara Tucker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Toni Rubio,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faust,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.