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 Ivory Coast and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Happenings,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sugar Minott,
Blancmange,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Deakin,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Faust,
Fugazi,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
Niagra,
The Offenders,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
Half Japanese,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Iggy Pop,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Skriet,
Harpers Bizarre,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Mars,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wally Richardson,
Josef K,
B.T. Express,
Avey Tare,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.