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 Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the punk 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
Danielle Patucci,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Buzzcocks,
A Certain Ratio,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dave Clark Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Darondo,
The Young Rascals,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Kaleidoscope,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erasure,
the Normal,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brand Nubian,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aural Exciters,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Kenny Larkin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Fatback Band,
Minor Threat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.