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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 LL Cool J to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
Pussy Galore,
The Techniques,
Silicon Teens,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Popol Vuh,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
cv313,
Hot Snakes,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios,
X-101,
Flash Fearless,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crime,
the Swans,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roxette,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Eurythmics,
JFA,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.