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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Cluster,
John Lydon,
Rotary Connection,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Sonic Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Names,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dual Sessions,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Fraelich,
Nik Kershaw,
Joe Finger,
Nils Olav,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Royal Trux,
Monolake,
Soul II Soul,
The Misunderstood,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Isaac Hayes,
June Days,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Simply Red,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
Henry Cow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wolf Eyes,
David Bowie,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blackbyrds,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.