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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
the Normal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Wasted Youth,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
EPMD,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
The Black Dice,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Sneak,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
David Bowie,
Robert Görl,
World's Most,
Rod Modell,
ABC,
Blossom Toes,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Siglo XX,
Oblivians,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Skarface,
Michelle Simonal,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Roxette,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.