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 Serbia and from Calgary.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eli Mardock,
Mo-Dettes,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ossler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dual Sessions,
Circle Jerks,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Black Dice,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Von Mondo,
Johnny Clarke,
Danielle Patucci,
The Trojans,
The Smiths,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Pantytec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
The Associates,
Erasure,
Clear Light,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
The Modern Lovers,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.