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 Finland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Salvador.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Alarm Clocks to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Silicon Teens,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Supertramp,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Fad Gadget,
Visage,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
Magma,
Japan,
Quadrant,
the Association,
EPMD,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Joey Negro,
Scratch Acid,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
The Vogues,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
The Tremeloes,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Hill,
Amon Düül II,
Ronnie Foster,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Los Fastidios,
Yaz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxy Music,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Machine,
The Fugs,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Stetsasonic,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.