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 Tanzania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 chamberlin 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Scott Walker,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dennis Brown,
Althea and Donna,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Warsaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Sex Pistols,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Joy Division,
Pole,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
June of 44,
the Swans,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
David Bowie,
the Germs,
Loose Ends,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Green,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Hashim,
Duran Duran,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Slave,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Neu!,
Monks,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
ABC,
Los Fastidios,
Tres Demented,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.