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 Norway and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Holger Czukay 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 Five Americans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
China Crisis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echospace,
Pussy Galore,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Second Layer,
Howard Jones,
Agent Orange,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Flag,
Saccharine Trust,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Avey Tare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
The Smoke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Scion,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thee Headcoats,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Janne Schatter,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.