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 Sweden and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Terry Callier,
Funkadelic,
Lakeside,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
The Gories,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare,
Erasure,
Sun City Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
The Techniques,
OOIOO,
Unrelated Segments,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Index,
Radiohead,
The Five Americans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Severed Heads,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Altered Images,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Motorama,
Liliput,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Massinfluence,
Jerry's Kids,
Quantec,
Lungfish,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smoke,
The Fugs,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.