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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Gong to the disco 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 The Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
New Order,
Supertramp,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Section 25,
Dawn Penn,
Main Source,
Aloha Tigers,
China Crisis,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Aural Exciters,
Can,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Sneak,
FM Einheit,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
John Foxx,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
The Monochrome Set,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Flag,
Half Japanese,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Cymande,
Stiv Bators,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.