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 Vanuatu and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
Warren Ellis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
The Gories,
Thee Headcoats,
The Cowsills,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Agent Orange,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
the Swans,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MC5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Excepter,
Scrapy,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
Smog,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soft Cell,
The Raincoats,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
The Motions,
Black Flag,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
Lakeside,
Flipper,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Maleditus Sound,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.