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 Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 New Christs to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Smiths,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
the Sonics,
K-Klass,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Minnie Riperton,
Yellowson,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Standells,
Archie Shepp,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Infiniti,
The Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Michelle Simonal,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
Ultravox,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Don Cherry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pagans,
Make Up,
Max Romeo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
Theoretical Girls,
Pylon,
cv313,
Pole,
Fat Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Masters at Work,
Supertramp,
The Moleskins,
Crash Course in Science,
Nico,
Mars,
Neu!,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
Rufus Thomas,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.