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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
Kaleidoscope,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ludus,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter & Gordon,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Nico,
The Smiths,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Howard Jones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Shuggie Otis,
Siglo XX,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Gang of Four,
Altered Images,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Camberwell Now,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
The Fall,
Goldenarms,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Schoolly D,
The Real Kids,
Magma,
Hashim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
Television,
Intrusion,
JFA,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.