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 Peru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Swans to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
The Neon Judgement,
Sparks,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alphaville,
Qualms,
Rod Modell,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Inner City,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiohead,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Grey Daturas,
Royal Trux,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Infiniti,
Robert Hood,
Eric Copeland,
Index,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Quadrant,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lightning Bolt,
Fluxion,
JFA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
June Days,
Scan 7,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
Crooked Eye,
Marine Girls,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.