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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba 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 Hasil Adkins to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Minny Pops,
Black Bananas,
X-101,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Von Mondo,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
The Grass Roots,
Funky Four + One,
Carl Craig,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
The Red Krayola,
Slave,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
Joensuu 1685,
Al Stewart,
Jacques Brel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Simply Red,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Terry Callier,
EPMD,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
Pole,
The Evens,
The Fall,
Soft Cell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.