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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Doors to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
Sister Nancy,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eden Ahbez,
Cecil Taylor,
AZ,
John Foxx,
Moby Grape,
Matthew Halsall,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nirvana,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
Goldenarms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harpers Bizarre,
Chris Corsano,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Deakin,
the Swans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Arthur Verocai,
Scan 7,
Brass Construction,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bush Tetras,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang On A Can,
Joey Negro,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Detroit Cobras,
The J.B.'s,
The Tremeloes,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
Scratch Acid,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.