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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Jacques Brel,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stereo Dub,
the Association,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
Supertramp,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ituana,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
Yazoo,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Nick Fraelich,
The Walker Brothers,
The Move,
The Residents,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Man Parrish,
Arcadia,
Donny Hathaway,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Accadde A,
Circle Jerks,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.