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 Syria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Interpol,
Laurel Aitken,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Talk Talk,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Don Cherry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Essential Logic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Gichy Dan,
The Fuzztones,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Junior Murvin,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Busters,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Techniques,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.