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 Korea South and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 The Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zero Boys,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Wasted Youth,
Chris & Cosey,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Monks,
The Move,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
AZ,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nirvana,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Depeche Mode,
Television Personalities,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
The Gories,
Magazine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Carl Craig,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.