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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Victims,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Flipper,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Robert Görl,
Crime,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
the Human League,
Quando Quango,
The Trojans,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
K-Klass,
Sparks,
Colin Newman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget,
Tom Boy,
the Normal,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Jandek,
Suburban Knight,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
New Order,
Fat Boys,
Jawbox,
Livin' Joy,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delta 5,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Gap Band,
Minor Threat,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.