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 South Sudan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Fortunes to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
the Normal,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Kurtis Blow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aswad,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Rapeman,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiopuhelimet,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
John Lydon,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Sandy B,
Crooked Eye,
Chrome,
Susan Cadogan,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Heaven 17,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.