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 Syria and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 a-ha to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
The Happenings,
John Holt,
Fear,
Harmonia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
Peter and Kerry,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Godley & Creme,
Mars,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Outsiders,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Max Romeo,
Harry Pussy,
Altered Images,
Stetsasonic,
Clear Light,
Jerry's Kids,
L. Decosne,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Spoonie Gee,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.