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 Equatorial Guinea and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Erasure,
Make Up,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
X-101,
Icehouse,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Quadrant,
U.S. Maple,
Jacob Miller,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shoche,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
Arcadia,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Subhumans,
The Selecter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Last Poets,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Rhythm & Sound,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
Sparks,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Hood,
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Audionom,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Joyce Sims,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.