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 Pakistan and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
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 organ 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 The Associates to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Bluetip,
Negative Approach,
The Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Ituana,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Can,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Dawn Penn,
Spoonie Gee,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
The New Christs,
48th St. Collective,
Wasted Youth,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Junior Murvin,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Amazonics,
Whodini,
Ossler,
JFA,
Andrew Hill,
Thompson Twins,
Newcleus,
Hardrive,
Bobby Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Public Image Ltd.,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bush Tetras,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Görl,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.