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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Fad Gadget,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Whodini,
Hasil Adkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Peter & Gordon,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Minor Threat,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Grandmaster Flash,
Depeche Mode,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Siglo XX,
Flash Fearless,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy Collins,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Rhythm & Sound,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
the Sonics,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.