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 Fiji and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Fire Engines 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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mad Mike,
The Misunderstood,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Arcadia,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
Connie Case,
Letta Mbulu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Sister Nancy,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
China Crisis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
Vainqueur,
Can,
The Fuzztones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faraquet,
Ralphi Rosario,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Quadrant,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Television,
Soft Machine,
Au Pairs,
Warren Ellis,
Nas,
Colin Newman,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.