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 East Timor and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 DNA to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade 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 a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Infiniti,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Boredoms,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Ralphi Rosario,
Whodini,
Barbara Tucker,
Roxette,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pretty Things,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare,
Radiohead,
Duran Duran,
Blossom Toes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Agitation Free,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Max Romeo,
Accadde A,
Nik Kershaw,
Hashim,
The Move,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.