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 Malaysia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
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 synthesizer 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 Fuzztones to the rap 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Kevin Saunderson,
Donald Byrd,
Harry Pussy,
Outsiders,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The Pretty Things,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mummies,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
Joe Finger,
Accadde A,
Popol Vuh,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Minnie Riperton,
Warren Ellis,
The Monks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Delon & Dalcan,
Glenn Branca,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Organ,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
ABC,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
Youth Brigade,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.