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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 The Names to the techno 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
Sexual Harrassment,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Mo-Dettes,
Lucky Dragons,
Urselle,
Outsiders,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
The Star Department,
Joey Negro,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
Eric B and Rakim,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
The Birthday Party,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
T. Rex,
David McCallum,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
Camouflage,
the Association,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Neu!,
Sarah Menescal,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Blancmange,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.