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 Macedonia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Throbbing Gristle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
Max Romeo,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Moon,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Alphaville,
Andrew Hill,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
New Age Steppers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Goldenarms,
James White and The Blacks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
The New Christs,
Monolake,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
EPMD,
The Names,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.