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 Tunisia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dawn Penn to the techno 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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Hood,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pylon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Althea and Donna,
Reuben Wilson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
The Associates,
Oblivians,
Jeru the Damaja,
New Age Steppers,
Scratch Acid,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
the Swans,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Blossom Toes,
Zapp,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marmalade,
Sonic Youth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.