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 Australia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deepchord,
The Pretty Things,
Wings,
Aaron Thompson,
Desert Stars,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Zero Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Ronan,
Moby Grape,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Unrelated Segments,
Wolf Eyes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Walker Brothers,
Sugar Minott,
the Association,
Magma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Swell Maps,
Loose Ends,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Interpol,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sonic Youth,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Donny Hathaway,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Halsall,
Chris & Cosey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.