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 New Zealand and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 The Seeds to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
The Cowsills,
Nick Fraelich,
JFA,
The Stooges,
The Star Department,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Dave Gahan,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Icehouse,
The Slackers,
Television,
Skarface,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Trumans Water,
Newcleus,
Joy Division,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Shoche,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
Tears for Fears,
the Normal,
EPMD,
Talk Talk,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Colin Newman,
U.S. Maple,
Cameo,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tomorrow,
Pere Ubu,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.