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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Wyatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
The Index,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Buzzcocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joy Division,
Lindisfarne,
Soft Machine,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Birthday Party,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
Minny Pops,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
Shoche,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
AZ,
Chris & Cosey,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.