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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Johnny Osbourne to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eurythmics,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
10cc,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Isaac Hayes,
The Grass Roots,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
The Saints,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gories,
Bobby Byrd,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Blancmange,
Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
The New Christs,
Joensuu 1685,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.