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 Bangladesh and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Lalo Schifrin to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Los Fastidios record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
Gong,
Second Layer,
Urselle,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
This Heat,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Ituana,
June Days,
Boogie Down Productions,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Roger Hodgson,
Aloha Tigers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rapeman,
Dave Gahan,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.