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 France and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Janne Schatter,
The Fire Engines,
The Skatalites,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The Raincoats,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Marc Almond,
Danielle Patucci,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Metal Thangz,
The Cowsills,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultra Naté,
Rapeman,
Godley & Creme,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Sixth Finger,
Sonic Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
Bluetip,
June Days,
Model 500,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Au Pairs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Technova,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.