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 South Africa and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Duran Duran,
The Real Kids,
AZ,
The Neon Judgement,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Basic Channel,
Grandmaster Flash,
June of 44,
Flash Fearless,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
The Detroit Cobras,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brand Nubian,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Offenders,
Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
The Litter,
Suicide,
This Heat,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Pus,
Icehouse,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
10cc,
Average White Band,
New Age Steppers,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
Youth Brigade,
Deakin,
Donald Byrd,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.