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 Slovakia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moby Grape,
Silicon Teens,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Con Funk Shun,
Dawn Penn,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Accadde A,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
R.M.O.,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Stiv Bators,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Remains,
Monks,
the Normal,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
The United States of America,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.