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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Aural Exciters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roxy Music,
Rapeman,
Lebanon Hanover,
Avey Tare,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quantec,
Lightning Bolt,
In Retrospect,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Delta 5,
Neil Young,
The Young Rascals,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Dawn Penn,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kas Product,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dead C,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.