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 Georgia and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
The Saints,
Groovy Waters,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
Spoonie Gee,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Television Personalities,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Surgeon,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
kango's stein massive,
Godley & Creme,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rapeman,
L. Decosne,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Smoke,
Outsiders,
Smog,
The Gun Club,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.