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 Guinea and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Minnie Riperton,
Reagan Youth,
the Association,
Procol Harum,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
The Offenders,
Quadrant,
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
Roxy Music,
John Cale,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Anthony Braxton,
Qualms,
James White and The Blacks,
June of 44,
Warren Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
the Swans,
Subhumans,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
Robert Görl,
Visage,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.