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 Eritrea and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Wasted Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid,
Nico,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
Eden Ahbez,
Second Layer,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tres Demented,
Aural Exciters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Thee Headcoats,
New Age Steppers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Offenders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Sällskapet,
Crime,
Reagan Youth,
Audionom,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David McCallum,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Barracudas,
the Slits,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
Sugar Minott,
Ultravox,
June Days,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Warsaw,
The Slackers,
X-102,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Raincoats,
Funkadelic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter & Gordon,
Mandrill,
Model 500,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.