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 Ivory Coast and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Motorama to the punk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Talk Talk,
The Blues Magoos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Warsaw,
Kurtis Blow,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Henry Cow,
Robert Görl,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Oneida,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tom Boy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ultravox,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
LL Cool J,
Subhumans,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gladiators,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Television,
Half Japanese,
Neil Young,
The Durutti Column,
Franke,
Organ,
Kaleidoscope,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man,
Radio Birdman,
Sällskapet,
Neu!,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
James White and The Blacks,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sarah Menescal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.