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 Paraguay and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Birthday Party,
The Saints,
Stetsasonic,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispy Ambulance,
Depeche Mode,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
Skriet,
Althea and Donna,
The Fire Engines,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
JFA,
Slick Rick,
Audionom,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
Guru Guru,
Oblivians,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Fatback Band,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Brothers Johnson,
Q and Not U,
Eurythmics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun City Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ponytail,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Human League,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Nas,
The Blackbyrds,
Vainqueur,
Rod Modell,
Unwound,
Wire,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
The Toasters,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.