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 Philippines and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Skarface,
The Index,
Symarip,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Laurel Aitken,
Lyres,
Stereo Dub,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cymande,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Oblivians,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Invisible,
Aural Exciters,
Gang Starr,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
DNA,
Ohio Players,
Au Pairs,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Moleskins,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cheater Slicks,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Selecter,
Man Parrish,
Moss Icon,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.