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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Motorama to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
The Shadows of Knight,
Depeche Mode,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
Young Marble Giants,
Babytalk,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
FM Einheit,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The New Christs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
The Standells,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
The Busters,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
The Gun Club,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Scion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-101,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.