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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 Rod Modell to the punk 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
The Mojo Men,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eden Ahbez,
Pierre Henry,
Massinfluence,
Mandrill,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Alice Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Moleskins,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Make Up,
Albert Ayler,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Crooked Eye,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Symarip,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Skarface,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
China Crisis,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
Excepter,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Dolphy,
Sex Pistols,
Panda Bear,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.