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 Latvia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Ultra Naté to the grime 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Skatalites,
Jandek,
The Fall,
The Divine Comedy,
Pole,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
The Star Department,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Toni Rubio,
Albert Ayler,
Severed Heads,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arcadia,
LL Cool J,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nils Olav,
The Seeds,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bill Near,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.