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 Sri Lanka and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Lebanon Hanover to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Animal Collective,
Khruangbin,
Quando Quango,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wolf Eyes,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül,
Kayak,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radio Birdman,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Chris Corsano,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Radiohead,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Gap Band,
Index,
Quantec,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fuzztones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Theoretical Girls,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.