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 Canada and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 DJ Sneak to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
DJ Style,
Tubeway Army,
Sam Rivers,
Anthony Braxton,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Brass Construction,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Tremeloes,
KRS-One,
Pagans,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Popol Vuh,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stereo Dub,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Fear,
Cheater Slicks,
Severed Heads,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Banda Bassotti,
The Raincoats,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Half Japanese,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Kenny Larkin,
Howard Jones,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roxette,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bob Dylan,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Con Funk Shun,
Gerry Rafferty,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
James Chance & The Contortions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Leonard Cohen,
Sonic Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.