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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Pantaleimon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
Thompson Twins,
Ultravox,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Underground Resistance,
Pantaleimon,
X-Ray Spex,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erykah Badu,
Excepter,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Theoretical Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ituana,
a-ha,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tommy Roe,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
Index,
This Heat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
Kaleidoscope,
The Toasters,
The Cowsills,
Pere Ubu,
Soft Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Jacob Miller,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cramps,
Faust,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wire,
Scratch Acid,
Radio Birdman,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.