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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
The Offenders,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
D'Angelo,
The Dirtbombs,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Ohio Players,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gladiators,
Pet Shop Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
48th St. Collective,
Q and Not U,
Japan,
The Smoke,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Lynne,
DJ Sneak,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
the Swans,
Sandy B,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gun Club,
Al Stewart,
Crash Course in Science,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
Neu!,
Sixth Finger,
June Days,
Nas,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Jandek,
Royal Trux,
Gang Green,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
OOIOO,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.