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 Niger and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
Thompson Twins,
X-Ray Spex,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed,
Cal Tjader,
Kurtis Blow,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lebanon Hanover,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
The Smoke,
Dead Boys,
Simply Red,
Maurizio,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Martian,
Jerry's Kids,
Lindisfarne,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boredoms,
Scratch Acid,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Erasure,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Bar-Kays,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Subhumans,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fall,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.