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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Flipper to the funk 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
New York Dolls,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erasure,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
The Slits,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
Tom Boy,
Qualms,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Soft Cell,
Visage,
Boz Scaggs,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Half Japanese,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Brothers Johnson,
the Bar-Kays,
the Germs,
Kaleidoscope,
Jandek,
Grey Daturas,
Peter & Gordon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.