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 New Zealand 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Velvet Underground 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker,
Shoche,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gap Band,
Harmonia,
Scrapy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
The Slits,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Fraelich,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
Fugazi,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Swans,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
Quando Quango,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Joe Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tears for Fears,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Marmalade,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.