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 Macedonia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deakin,
Lalann,
Television Personalities,
Mandrill,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
The Busters,
Joe Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
MC5,
the Slits,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
The Slackers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Porter Ricks,
Cal Tjader,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Colin Newman,
Chris Corsano,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Peter & Gordon,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Albert Ayler,
Sugar Minott,
Sam Rivers,
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
The Gories,
The Human League,
New York Dolls,
The Star Department,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.