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 Germany and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wings,
World's Most,
Can,
Porter Ricks,
Toni Rubio,
The Grass Roots,
Amon Düül,
Roxy Music,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Duran Duran,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
The Sonics,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
MC5,
Oneida,
Tears for Fears,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fire Engines,
Pussy Galore,
Glambeats Corp.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
JFA,
The Associates,
Godley & Creme,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slave,
The Dead C,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.