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 United Kingdom 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
June of 44,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Cybotron,
Lyres,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
Althea and Donna,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Banda Bassotti,
Erasure,
Lou Christie,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Skatalites,
Darondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Velvet Underground,
D'Angelo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gabor Szabo,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
The American Breed,
CMW,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Moleskins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Pole,
Eric Copeland,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Stetsasonic,
Sugar Minott,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Stockholm Monsters,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.