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 Australia and from Delhi.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron 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 Rapeman to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Barrington Levy,
Inner City,
Ossler,
The Barracudas,
Jacques Brel,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
AZ,
Marmalade,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
World's Most,
Amazonics,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Prince Buster,
Sarah Menescal,
Ten City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Byrd,
Scratch Acid,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mo-Dettes,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.