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 Chile and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sällskapet to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bob Dylan,
Sonic Youth,
Darondo,
Circle Jerks,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Sherman,
Echospace,
Hot Snakes,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Pole,
Little Man,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tres Demented,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
Nirvana,
Black Bananas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Joe Finger,
Monks,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
Q65,
Steve Hackett,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.