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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Tokyo and Spokane.
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 organ 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 Index to the grime 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Eve St. Jones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
a-ha,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Minnie Riperton,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Whodini,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Can,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dead Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Patti Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Roxy Music,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Radiohead,
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Cale,
The Monks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Eli Mardock,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Duran Duran,
The Pretty Things,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.