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 Zimbabwe and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Swans to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Pylon,
This Heat,
Connie Case,
Nirvana,
Youth Brigade,
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Yusef Lateef,
Alphaville,
The Victims,
Bill Wells,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fluxion,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Siglo XX,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Last Poets,
The Pretty Things,
Man Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Standells,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
JFA,
Zapp,
The Doobie Brothers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Kinks,
Sandy B,
Minutemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ice-T,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
The Techniques,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.