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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 The Cowsills to the grunge 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
X-101,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
The Birthday Party,
Mantronix,
Glenn Branca,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Raincoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heaven 17,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris Corsano,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Massinfluence,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Busters,
The American Breed,
Tommy Roe,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Copeland,
The Count Five,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
Marcia Griffiths,
T.S.O.L.,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Inner City,
Ossler,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.