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 Paraguay and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Morten Harket to the grime 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Con Funk Shun,
Television,
DJ Style,
Lou Christie,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Average White Band,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Knickerbockers,
Barry Ungar,
Vladislav Delay,
Eli Mardock,
Ohio Players,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
The Cure,
The Happenings,
Danielle Patucci,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
World's Most,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Sparks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roxy Music,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.