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 Lithuania and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
EPMD,
Second Layer,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Tears for Fears,
Subhumans,
Barrington Levy,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Arcadia,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Unrelated Segments,
Agent Orange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deakin,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
F. McDonald,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Yellowson,
Ludus,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Agitation Free,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
Crash Course in Science,
Bill Wells,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.