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 Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick Morgan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Barbara Tucker,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Hardrive,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Techniques,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television Personalities,
World's Most,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
The Monks,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Laurel Aitken,
Scratch Acid,
Boredoms,
Eurythmics,
X-102,
Fear,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Television,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
Cameo,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
Duran Duran,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tommy Roe,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
One Last Wish,
R.M.O.,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.