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 Madagascar and from New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Lebanon Hanover to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Certain Ratio,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Suburban Knight,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
Boredoms,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
The Selecter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Evens,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Country Teasers,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mission of Burma,
Tears for Fears,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
Lou Christie,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Johnny Osbourne,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Aswad,
Freddie Wadling,
Fear,
Deakin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Dawn Penn,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalann,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mummies,
World's Most,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.