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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Martian,
Glenn Branca,
The Young Rascals,
Erasure,
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The United States of America,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
Roxette,
Letta Mbulu,
The Techniques,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moebius,
Dawn Penn,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Crooked Eye,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
The Fortunes,
Camouflage,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Moody Blues,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chris & Cosey,
Junior Murvin,
the Sonics,
Deepchord,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funky Four + One,
Yellowson,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Mission of Burma,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Angry Samoans,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.