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 Cuba and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 The Techniques to the punk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Minutemen,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
Mo-Dettes,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Prince Buster,
the Bar-Kays,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Sherman,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Gabor Szabo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gichy Dan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.