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 Moldova and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare 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 X-Ray Spex to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
B.T. Express,
Goldenarms,
Dawn Penn,
MC5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Sonic Youth,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Sneak,
cv313,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Lakeside,
Khruangbin,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
Zero Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
The United States of America,
Duran Duran,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Brothers Johnson,
Monolake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Marcia Griffiths,
AZ,
Skarface,
This Heat,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Glenn Branca,
Rekid,
LL Cool J,
Bang On A Can,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.