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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
The Modern Lovers,
China Crisis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Cymande,
Joe Finger,
Blossom Toes,
Wasted Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
Excepter,
Juan Atkins,
Minutemen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
Yaz,
Funky Four + One,
June Days,
Brand Nubian,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
Blake Baxter,
Bluetip,
Maleditus Sound,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
Unwound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.