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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Smiths,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Radiohead,
Skaos,
Fear,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Dead C,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Panda Bear,
Visage,
Chris Corsano,
Laurel Aitken,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camouflage,
Das Ding,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
The Angels of Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mo-Dettes,
Fad Gadget,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Mummies,
kango's stein massive,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.