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 India and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Index to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
the Sonics,
LL Cool J,
Das Ding,
Sound Behaviour,
Neu!,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
The J.B.'s,
Oblivians,
Lou Christie,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Idris Muhammad,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
the Slits,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
Cluster,
Parry Music,
Dark Day,
Grey Daturas,
Qualms,
Urselle,
Robert Görl,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Jandek,
Aswad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arab on Radar,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joy Division,
Severed Heads,
Scratch Acid,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Wire,
Joe Finger,
MDC,
The Fall,
Make Up,
the Human League,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.