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 Turkey and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Erasure,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Supertramp,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonic Youth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
CMW,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Kerri Chandler,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
June Days,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
a-ha,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Blake Baxter,
Talk Talk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
Eric Copeland,
Crispy Ambulance,
Malaria!,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
Japan,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
Shoche,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Agitation Free,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.