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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Marmalade,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Robert Hood,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxy Music,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Spandau Ballet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Simply Red,
Visage,
Make Up,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Minnie Riperton,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lower 48,
Khruangbin,
cv313,
the Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
Pantaleimon,
Youth Brigade,
Barry Ungar,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
48th St. Collective,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.