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 Andorra and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe 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 Neon Judgement to the funk 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Angry Samoans,
Soul II Soul,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Yaz,
Metal Thangz,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
John Holt,
Urselle,
The Associates,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker,
Aloha Tigers,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Motorama,
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Drexciya,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Dave Gahan,
Jacques Brel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Invisible,
Cybotron,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fluxion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.