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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Interpol to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Clear Light,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris Corsano,
Adolescents,
Mantronix,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Index,
The Associates,
Anakelly,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Smog,
Bobby Sherman,
Ken Boothe,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Massinfluence,
The Gories,
The Pop Group,
This Heat,
Matthew Halsall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
Can,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Finger,
The Zeros,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
The Cowsills,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Panda Bear,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Scratch Acid,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Saccharine Trust,
Pantytec,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bill Near,
CMW,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Skarface,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
Wire,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.