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 Japan and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar 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 The Wake to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Chris Corsano,
Dawn Penn,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Fat Boys,
The Invisible,
Stereo Dub,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Inner City,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Young Rascals,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Theoretical Girls,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Skriet,
Sixth Finger,
Harmonia,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Agitation Free,
The Black Dice,
Ossler,
Banda Bassotti,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Depeche Mode,
Au Pairs,
Suicide,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nas,
Crime,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.