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 Monaco and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motions to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
Index,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
Main Source,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Outsiders,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cymande,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Icehouse,
World's Most,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Hill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fad Gadget,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thompson Twins,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Remains,
Tomorrow,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Slave,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
The Blues Magoos,
Dark Day,
The Fuzztones,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
OOIOO,
K-Klass,
The Young Rascals,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.