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 Norway and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Michael McDonald 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
Blancmange,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Fall,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
DJ Sneak,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bush Tetras,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
Wire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rufus Thomas,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ludus,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronnie Foster,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Warren Ellis,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.