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 Micronesia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Terrestrial Tones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
Negative Approach,
The Raincoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
The Cramps,
Television,
Dawn Penn,
New Order,
Gil Scott Heron,
Masters at Work,
Marshall Jefferson,
Patti Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Soft Machine,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Skaos,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fire Engines,
Kas Product,
the Association,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Leonard Cohen,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.