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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
John Holt,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
X-102,
Severed Heads,
Mark Hollis,
FM Einheit,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Black Pus,
Kerri Chandler,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Niagra,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
The J.B.'s,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
The Victims,
The Tremeloes,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Rekid,
Cameo,
Gong,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
These Immortal Souls,
Ten City,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Franke,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
Con Funk Shun,
Television Personalities,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.