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 Mongolia and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the punk 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
World's Most,
Massinfluence,
Tomorrow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brass Construction,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Nirvana,
the Slits,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moby Grape,
Slick Rick,
Anthony Braxton,
Kaleidoscope,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Ten City,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New Order,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Michelle Simonal,
Half Japanese,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Normal,
Fela Kuti,
Johnny Osbourne,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
Guru Guru,
EPMD,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Womack,
Lightning Bolt,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Average White Band,
B.T. Express,
Cheater Slicks,
Todd Terry,
Pierre Henry,
Tommy Roe,
The Tremeloes,
The Zeros,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
KRS-One,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.