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 El Salvador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 Skriet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Soft Machine,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
LL Cool J,
John Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Robert Hood,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Bill Near,
The Fugs,
The Move,
New Order,
Throbbing Gristle,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Carl Craig,
Smog,
Prince Buster,
Bang On A Can,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pussy Galore,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
F. McDonald,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Camberwell Now,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.