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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Heaven 17,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
the Sonics,
Sparks,
New Order,
Qualms,
Max Romeo,
Stetsasonic,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
X-Ray Spex,
Von Mondo,
Ten City,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dead Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Pole,
The Invisible,
Sonic Youth,
The Durutti Column,
the Slits,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Music Machine,
The Motions,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.