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 Andorra and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster 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?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roger Hodgson,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Radio Birdman,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Aaron Thompson,
Kenny Larkin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pole,
Visage,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
D'Angelo,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
World's Most,
Underground Resistance,
Johnny Clarke,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.