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 France and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Lakeside,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Oblivians,
The Zeros,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hashim,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Joe Finger,
Peter and Kerry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Lydon,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Howard Jones,
Lalann,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Slits,
Bang On A Can,
China Crisis,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
The J.B.'s,
DNA,
Franke,
Slick Rick,
The Angels of Light,
the Germs,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.