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 Malaysia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 The Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Womack,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Suicide,
Stetsasonic,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bang On A Can,
The Count Five,
Sound Behaviour,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sällskapet,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
CMW,
Sun City Girls,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Albert Ayler,
The Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Dark Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Byrd,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slick Rick,
World's Most,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gladiators,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dave Gahan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.