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 Romania and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Drexciya,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Skriet,
Amon Düül,
Dave Gahan,
Blancmange,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Count Five,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nick Fraelich,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Yaz,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wally Richardson,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Television,
Desert Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Sister Nancy,
Colin Newman,
Massinfluence,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dual Sessions,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moby Grape,
Saccharine Trust,
The Vogues,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Byron Stingily,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Gories,
Bush Tetras,
Stiv Bators,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.