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 Sri Lanka and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Robert Palmer 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk 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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Todd Rundgren,
Los Fastidios,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magma,
the Slits,
Gregory Isaacs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
Bang On A Can,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Wire,
Erasure,
Television,
Eddi Front,
Suburban Knight,
Symarip,
The Toasters,
The Associates,
Hot Snakes,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Alphaville,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Camberwell Now,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Womack,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Newcleus,
Todd Terry,
The Searchers,
Iggy Pop,
Ponytail,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.