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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Depeche Mode to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
Avey Tare,
Joyce Sims,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Brick,
the Association,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
La Düsseldorf,
Magma,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Charles Mingus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Audionom,
The Monks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
10cc,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unwound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Can,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moody Blues,
Talk Talk,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
The Move,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Victims,
The Divine Comedy,
DNA,
The Gories,
Isaac Hayes,
Mr. Review,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Neu!,
Jandek,
The Young Rascals,
Television,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.