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 Venezuela and from Seoul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Boredoms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Moby Grape,
Index,
Piero Umiliani,
Young Marble Giants,
Jacques Brel,
Das Ding,
Can,
Slick Rick,
Flash Fearless,
Janne Schatter,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Neu!,
Procol Harum,
Grey Daturas,
Country Teasers,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Peter & Gordon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siglo XX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
F. McDonald,
Scratch Acid,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
New Age Steppers,
Inner City,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Durutti Column,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deadbeat,
Maleditus Sound,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.