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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
OOIOO,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Amon Düül II,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
The Knickerbockers,
Heaven 17,
Barrington Levy,
Desert Stars,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
The Black Dice,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
JFA,
Dave Gahan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kaleidoscope,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
Quando Quango,
Tres Demented,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Ituana,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Wyatt,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Motorama,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Symarip,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.