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 Morocco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Holger Czukay 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
The Residents,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Little Man,
Black Moon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Crime,
The Smiths,
Barclay James Harvest,
Colin Newman,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
Can,
Patti Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siglo XX,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Amon Düül II,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Blossom Toes,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
Nik Kershaw,
Mantronix,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantytec,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.