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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Public Image Ltd. to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Symarip,
The Cure,
Joensuu 1685,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Rod Modell,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Max Romeo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Golliwogs,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Roxette,
Niagra,
the Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gong,
Television,
Inner City,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lightning Bolt,
Khruangbin,
The Saints,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barry Ungar,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.