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 Oman and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 organ 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
R.M.O.,
PIL,
John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
June Days,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
The Invisible,
DJ Sneak,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Outsiders,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crime,
The Zeros,
Pole,
Desert Stars,
Warsaw,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Roxy Music,
Swell Maps,
Fugazi,
Bush Tetras,
Man Parrish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Quantec,
Minor Threat,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.