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 Syria and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Sandy B to the electroclash 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All Boz Scaggs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Fad Gadget,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Blues Magoos,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
DNA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Outsiders,
Colin Newman,
the Normal,
The Evens,
The Move,
Mars,
Pantaleimon,
Depeche Mode,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
The Black Dice,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
The New Christs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
The Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
MC5,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.