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 Bangladesh and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the disco 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Unwound,
Josef K,
cv313,
Visage,
The Saints,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Scratch Acid,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Au Pairs,
The Mummies,
Essential Logic,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Wings,
Excepter,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
Cecil Taylor,
Joey Negro,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kayak,
Sällskapet,
Animal Collective,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Jeru the Damaja,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Aswad,
Blossom Toes,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.