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 Jamaica and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes 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 Boredoms to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Mr. Review,
JFA,
The Seeds,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Albert Ayler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boredoms,
Eli Mardock,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
Animal Collective,
MC5,
Zapp,
Kerri Chandler,
Dawn Penn,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Rod Modell,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slave,
The Fire Engines,
Warren Ellis,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Chrome,
Altered Images,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Yazoo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
the Human League,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
The Divine Comedy,
Deakin,
The Techniques,
Dave Gahan,
John Cale,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Lydon,
The Gap Band,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.