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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Slits to the punk 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Severed Heads,
Drive Like Jehu,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Yellowson,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Spandau Ballet,
Urselle,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Cell,
Kas Product,
The Searchers,
Joey Negro,
Delon & Dalcan,
Qualms,
Sixth Finger,
Porter Ricks,
Alphaville,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
Todd Terry,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Five Americans,
MDC,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.