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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Intrusion to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Scientists,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Tremeloes,
Eric Dolphy,
Scion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-101,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pole,
The Busters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Circle Jerks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joey Negro,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
David Bowie,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Banda Bassotti,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Infiniti,
Pylon,
The Pop Group,
Public Enemy,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.