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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 MC5 to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chrome,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
Jeru the Damaja,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bill Near,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Move,
Bluetip,
Talk Talk,
Pussy Galore,
Bauhaus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Public Enemy,
Jawbox,
Index,
Interpol,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Audionom,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Hardrive,
The Victims,
Ken Boothe,
Section 25,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
DNA,
The Stooges,
Masters at Work,
cv313,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Moebius,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Pierre Henry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.