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 Ukraine and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The Slits to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Cure,
Bush Tetras,
World's Most,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monks,
Grauzone,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
The Beau Brummels,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Chris & Cosey,
Rhythm & Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Main Source,
Depeche Mode,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Bad Manners,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Skriet,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Accadde A,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Can,
Eric Dolphy,
Supertramp,
The Red Krayola,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Lucky Dragons,
Drexciya,
Nico,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.