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 Marshall Islands and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lungfish,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
The Wake,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sugar Minott,
Cameo,
The Knickerbockers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lindisfarne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Harry Pussy,
Arcadia,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
cv313,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
ABBA,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Moby Grape,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
Public Enemy,
Motorama,
Donald Byrd,
Deepchord,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.