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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Residents to the dance 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flash Fearless,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Skaos,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang of Four,
Pussy Galore,
Pere Ubu,
The Fugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Drexciya,
Traffic Nightmare,
June Days,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lungfish,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
One Last Wish,
F. McDonald,
Yazoo,
Toni Rubio,
The Busters,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Happenings,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.