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 Australia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the punk 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Scrapy,
Barry Ungar,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kenny Larkin,
Swell Maps,
8 Eyed Spy,
Brand Nubian,
Jeff Lynne,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Trumans Water,
the Normal,
Qualms,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marine Girls,
Monolake,
Alison Limerick,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Robert Görl,
Patti Smith,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
LL Cool J,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.