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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bluetip to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Wally Richardson,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
Index,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Minny Pops,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Country Teasers,
John Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Audionom,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moby Grape,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Los Fastidios,
The Invisible,
The Toasters,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sex Pistols,
Gong,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
Sällskapet,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hardrive,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.