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 Haiti and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Urselle to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Black Pus,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Electric Prunes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
The Alarm Clocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Cell,
Visage,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cure,
Black Moon,
The Blackbyrds,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
Morten Harket,
Nirvana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
Cecil Taylor,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faust,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.