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 Nigeria and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grime 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Camberwell Now,
Flipper,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Fear,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Qualms,
The Kinks,
The Index,
Make Up,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Q65,
Yaz,
Minny Pops,
ABC,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ronan,
John Lydon,
Model 500,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cheater Slicks,
Swell Maps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Raincoats,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Moss Icon,
Urselle,
Mary Jane Girls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.