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 Nepal and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rites of Spring to the jazz 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Massinfluence,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Unwound,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
The Dead C,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Quadrant,
Gastr Del Sol,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Joey Negro,
Rhythm & Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Bang On A Can,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
The Invisible,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
Suicide,
Dave Gahan,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Television,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Walker Brothers,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
The Slits,
Technova,
Wasted Youth,
the Bar-Kays,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Al Stewart,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
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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.