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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
The Sonics,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Glenn Branca,
Japan,
Mandrill,
Shoche,
Livin' Joy,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Duran Duran,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Adolescents,
Bobby Byrd,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Danielle Patucci,
Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Circle Jerks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
The Black Dice,
MDC,
Jandek,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.