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 Turkmenistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb 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 Swans to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
Bill Near,
Fluxion,
Reuben Wilson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
UT,
Byron Stingily,
Sparks,
The Monks,
Yaz,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brick,
Neu!,
The Fuzztones,
Barry Ungar,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
the Germs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Bootsy Collins,
10cc,
Mr. Review,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Divine Comedy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Joe Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Matthew Halsall,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Glenn Branca,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.