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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Minny Pops to the electroclash 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
Procol Harum,
The Angels of Light,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Ultravox,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Whodini,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oblivians,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Neu!,
Flipper,
Wire,
Arcadia,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Angry Samoans,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
The Walker Brothers,
The Names,
Camouflage,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Donny Hathaway,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Pantytec,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Deadbeat,
The Offenders,
Connie Case,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Davy DMX,
Parry Music,
Section 25,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Man Parrish,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.