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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Fluxion to the punk 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Banda Bassotti,
Sarah Menescal,
Tomorrow,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Y Pants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
La Düsseldorf,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Wasted Youth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Junior Murvin,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Görl,
Rosa Yemen,
Cybotron,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Funky Four + One,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hashim,
The Real Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Oneida,
The Fire Engines,
X-101,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Smoke,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.