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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lungfish to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sam Rivers,
Kurtis Blow,
Danielle Patucci,
Make Up,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
Tim Buckley,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
David Axelrod,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Swans,
Bill Wells,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quando Quango,
Vladislav Delay,
The Motions,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
The Human League,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.