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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Vainqueur to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Ponytail,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pierre Henry,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Bad Manners,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
X-101,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
La Düsseldorf,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Organ,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gong,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Livin' Joy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swell Maps,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
The Techniques,
Black Sheep,
Albert Ayler,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.