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 Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bauhaus 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kas Product,
Interpol,
Juan Atkins,
The Angels of Light,
The Barracudas,
Darondo,
Dead Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Drexciya,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minutemen,
Technova,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amon Düül II,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Kevin Saunderson,
Maurizio,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dark Day,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Quadrant,
Brothers Johnson,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
The Modern Lovers,
David McCallum,
Buzzcocks,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Pulsallama,
Liliput,
The Offenders,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.