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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Jawbox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
Archie Shepp,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
E-Dancer,
The Moody Blues,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Deakin,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Derrick May,
Matthew Bourne,
Skriet,
Hoover,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
AZ,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerri Chandler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cure,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
The Fortunes,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Whodini,
Loose Ends,
The Names,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
L. Decosne,
Marc Almond,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.