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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Procol Harum to the grunge 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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
H. Thieme,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Skriet,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Gang of Four,
Jandek,
X-101,
Boz Scaggs,
Lakeside,
Yusef Lateef,
Prince Buster,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fugazi,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
The Names,
Ponytail,
Spoonie Gee,
Pere Ubu,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Henry Cow,
The Neon Judgement,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Massinfluence,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
the Human League,
Johnny Clarke,
Roxy Music,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.