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 Vietnam 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Crispian St. Peters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Icehouse,
Ossler,
Eric Dolphy,
Erykah Badu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Black Bananas,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Max Romeo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
the Human League,
the Association,
Jawbox,
The Standells,
Y Pants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Byron Stingily,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Birthday Party,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Jandek,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Deadbeat,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
R.M.O.,
Aswad,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Avey Tare,
Lucky Dragons,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton,
Pulsallama,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Bobby Byrd,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Freddie Wadling,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.