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 Ukraine and from London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 guitar 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 Circle Jerks to the grunge 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Franke,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
Camouflage,
Gong,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jeff Mills,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
David McCallum,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scratch Acid,
Ohio Players,
the Association,
The Kinks,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Mo-Dettes,
the Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Niagra,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Hutcherson,
R.M.O.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Television Personalities,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Terrestrial Tones,
Newcleus,
Cybotron,
Skaos,
Country Teasers,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.