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 Haiti and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Peter and Kerry,
Ken Boothe,
Chrome,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Henry Cow,
New Order,
Ten City,
Babytalk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Ronan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cal Tjader,
Lakeside,
Pulsallama,
Sugar Minott,
Negative Approach,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cymande,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
MDC,
Soft Cell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Excepter,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
the Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Zero Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Neil Young,
Altered Images,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacob Miller,
John Foxx,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.