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 Mauritania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Victims to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soft Cell,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Massinfluence,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Starr,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Matthew Bourne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
John Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Animal Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
Cecil Taylor,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blackbyrds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
Freddie Wadling,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Interpol,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.