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 Malta and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Andrew Hill to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Slave,
Sarah Menescal,
Erasure,
Adolescents,
Bluetip,
Alison Limerick,
Deakin,
Peter & Gordon,
Quadrant,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Junior Murvin,
La Düsseldorf,
The Red Krayola,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brothers Johnson,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Harry Pussy,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Marc Almond,
The Index,
Crime,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eric B and Rakim,
A Certain Ratio,
Althea and Donna,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.