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 Beijing.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Yazoo to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Ice-T,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
The Five Americans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Steve Hackett,
The Black Dice,
Soft Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cluster,
Fear,
Symarip,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Supertramp,
Marc Almond,
Sixth Finger,
The Index,
The Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Görl,
This Heat,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang of Four,
KRS-One,
Shoche,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeff Lynne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Suburban Knight,
Brick,
The Moody Blues,
Qualms,
Index,
Bronski Beat,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Robert Hood,
Trumans Water,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.