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 Niger and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 rhodes 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 Rapeman to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visage,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
The Residents,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Black Flag,
The Young Rascals,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
Warsaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kurtis Blow,
Nick Fraelich,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Gichy Dan,
The Victims,
Radiohead,
Average White Band,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Oneida,
Mark Hollis,
Scan 7,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swell Maps,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Livin' Joy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Animal Collective,
The Fugs,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.