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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Lightning Bolt,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry's Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Lucky Dragons,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Guru Guru,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Royal Trux,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Gil Scott Heron,
K-Klass,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Heaven 17,
Derrick May,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.