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 Fiji and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
Alphaville,
The Knickerbockers,
Babytalk,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Section 25,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Davy DMX,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
JFA,
Iggy Pop,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
The Raincoats,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Con Funk Shun,
Underground Resistance,
Interpol,
Motorama,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Flash Fearless,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Happenings,
Parry Music,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.