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 Tonga and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
JFA,
The Searchers,
Rapeman,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magma,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blake Baxter,
Youth Brigade,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
F. McDonald,
Buzzcocks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Smooth,
Erasure,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
Alphaville,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The Martian,
Magazine,
Nico,
Neu!,
Wolf Eyes,
Audionom,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Gang of Four,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.