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 Lesotho and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 spring reverb 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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 Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Magma,
10cc,
Harmonia,
Moss Icon,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fall,
This Heat,
Little Man,
Lightning Bolt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
The Skatalites,
Cluster,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Moon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fluxion,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tom Boy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
The Cosmic Jokers,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Yaz,
Agitation Free,
JFA,
Rotary Connection,
Shuggie Otis,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Donny Hathaway,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.