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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Reuben Wilson to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Magazine,
The Motions,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Wings,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
June Days,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
F. McDonald,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Deakin,
Goldenarms,
DJ Style,
Eurythmics,
Faust,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Fugazi,
The Star Department,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
Derrick May,
Bobby Womack,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
The Happenings,
Dead Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.