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 Korea South and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
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 theremin 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 Livin' Joy to the punk 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Techniques,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Los Fastidios,
E-Dancer,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
JFA,
Mr. Review,
The Searchers,
Vainqueur,
Fugazi,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Tomorrow,
Japan,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minor Threat,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Vogues,
The Gories,
Frankie Knuckles,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Isaac Hayes,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
The Walker Brothers,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ludus,
The Doors,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Byrd,
Drexciya,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.