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 Ghana and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Black Pus,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Slackers,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Laurel Aitken,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Halsall,
Lightning Bolt,
Minny Pops,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harry Pussy,
Amon Düül II,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Icehouse,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul II Soul,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Ten City,
Amazonics,
Josef K,
Television,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
The Offenders,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Yazoo,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Suicide,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.