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 Russia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Jawbox to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Alice Coltrane,
Byron Stingily,
Ronan,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Hasil Adkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Jerry's Kids,
Technova,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Maleditus Sound,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
Rites of Spring,
Aural Exciters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Dead Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
The Gories,
The Remains,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Erasure,
Livin' Joy,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.