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 Estonia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Jandek to the jazz 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Brick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kurtis Blow,
Popol Vuh,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Stetsasonic,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
The Moleskins,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Sixth Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Unwound,
Eric Copeland,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Near,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Isaac Hayes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Skarface,
Newcleus,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Magma,
Yaz,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Shuggie Otis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Monks,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Deadbeat,
the Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Sound Behaviour,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radio Birdman,
Minutemen,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.